- tap against Grettaโs belly, scattering the small metal flecks that
Jawnโs claws had begun shaving off
all over the nosy womanโs midsection.
โ Most often without some imp
popping up to harass me. โ
Just trying to work, and being hounded
by this brat of a dragon. Jawn growled
low as her empty hand shot up and
gripped around the peering Dragonโs
cheeks, claws holding on tight.
โ No, it doesnโt.
Iโve been doing this for ๐ฒ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ. โ
The twisted piece of metal was used -
"Because it's fun.~"
What a simple answer. Even the sound from squealing metal and scraping claws didn't seem to bother her muchโ just hovering around the Aggron seemed to annoy them.
She found it pretty interesting. Her eyes caught sight of the other's clouded ones, peering +
Staying in direct defiance of being told
off clearly irked the Aggron. Her motions
were halted for a brief moment as Gretta
approached, resuming to kneel down
and wrap claws around a twisted bar of
railroad track.
โ โฆand why is that? โ
The sound of squealing metal rang in -
"Nah.~"
Now that she WANTED Gretta to leave, she'd decided not to. Strange how her normally kind demeanor was spent being a bratโ but either way, she'd simply use those wings to float somewhat, hovering alongside the tough 'mon.
"Now tha' ye said tha', might as well stay 'ere +
When she didnโt receive an answer she
let out a huff and began turning towards
the source she smelled - sniffing at the
air more until she could find them.
โ Chose the wrong yard to sneak around,
palโฆstate your business, or get tossed. โ
โ Iโd much prefer if you went on your
way. Iโve got work to do - and youโve got
scrap to recycle, so flutter off. โ
Patience was not something she had in great abundance. Already she was growing impatient with the girl who taunted her so carelessly, doing her best to focus on -
"O' course they did...."
Frustrating was putting it mildly. How the heck was she supposed to know the difference anyways?! She wasn't that smart, it DEFINITELY wasn't her own fault!
"Ye coul' point me th' right direction, ye know. Or I could jus' bother ye all day. ~"
Brat...
โ Whoever told you that told wrong.
This is a trainyard, not a scrapyard. โ
Some light huffing as she stepped away and moved back towards one of the carts sheโd been moving.
โ And Iโve got plenty to chew on already. โ
Her poke had indeed touched her midsection. The softness of belly brought about a small squeak from the dragoness, her natural instinct to bite being forced back.
For now.
"Achh, I was try'n t' drop a bit o' stuff off! Was told tha' I could bring scrap metal an copper 'ere +
โ Youโll live. โ
A poke to her stomach was met in kind with her reaching out and poking back - lightly jabbing her claw at the dragonโs estimated midsection.
โ โsides. Not nice to just drop on someone
outta nowhere, either. โ
"Gackโ!"
She recoiled a little from thatโ but let a small huff leave her nostrils, before poking the woman's stomach.
"Iffin yer blind, ye shouldnae be flickin' a lady's nose!! Achh, tha' hur' a lil', it did!"
โ . . .moreso from the flapping pest that
popped down outta the blue. โ
Reaching out and flicking her nose, other hand propping on the Aggronโs waist.
โ โsides. Canโt be scared of what I canโt see. โ
[B.] Dumb Idea for Regigigas:
Give her a unique held item.
A stored amount of a Galarian Weezingโs Neutralizing Gas so that she can dispell Slow Start when she wants/needs to.
[B.] Arceus damnit now my brainโs buzzing with WANTING to give Regigigas another go.
Maybe look for an actual FC this time instead of just yoinking Gngrmkasโ designโฆeven though that one is very tasty.