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Post by Morrigan Moonweaver on Jul 30, 2023 15:28:00 GMT -5
Fortunately for Beist, Morrigan Moonweaver - for all their feigned eloquence and the grandiosity with which they talked - had probably the lamest sense of humor on the face of Charon. Their lips cracked into a grin as they doubled over in a fit of giggles, wiping a fake tear out of their eye. “Swimmingly! Ah, indeed, my friend! I am certainly glad that it did, otherwise I would have been left feeling a little… crabby!”
They waved their hands in the air with a flourish at the joke, getting glitter all over Beist’s side, getting fistfuls of the shimmery substance in Beist’s wet fur, a parting gift that probably left the elderly gentleman not as impressed with his partner. Nevertheless, they dipped into a low, sweeping showman’s bow at Beist’s announcement of his departure. “Then I shall go ahead and inform the Consortium of our successful completion of the mission! I, too, should procure a change of clothes for myself - huh?”
They blinked as Beist offered Morrigan something to give to their small dragonkin apprentice. A little candy, wrapped in a pattern reminiscent of strawberries. They scrunched their nose up in thought, vaguely remembering seeing a similarly-patterned paper kept in Bubbles’s hoard. The child must have treasured the gift from Beist when they last met. Huh. Morrigan fell silent, trying to make sense of this little moment of kindness. Eventually, they shoved it in their pocket, determined to make good on a promise rather than simply eating the candy themselves.
“I will make sure he receives such a kind gift!” Morrigan said with a grin. “He still carries around that first little candy wrapper with him, you know. I shall tell him that you said hello. Now, without further ado - ta!” They said, one last wave of glitter emanating from their hand as they left before skipping back towards their wagon, crab leg tucked under their arm. They hoped Beist didn't see them struggling a great deal carrying it.
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Post by Beistmild on Jul 31, 2023 4:07:36 GMT -5
Beist chuckled at Morrigan's joke. That was a good one! He wished he'd thought of it. He'd need to write that one down in case he ever dealt with crabs again. Sol City seemed to have a real problem with them, so maybe he wouldn't have to wait that long.
He was a little touched that Bubbles still had the candy wrapper. How adorable! He really did consider it a treasure, didn't he? The thought of the candy wrapper in the Dracoling's hoard made Beist chuckle again. He wondered if the griffon feather was still in there too.
He waved goodbye as he absolutely noticed how much Morrigan was struggling to carry the huge crab claw. He'd have offered to help if he though Morrigan wouldn't flatly refuse him. The two of them might have finished this mission alright, but he didn't think that meant they would suddenly get along so well. Morrigan did have a similar sense of humor though, or at least was nice enough to humor an old man's joke. Maybe they could actually get along eventually. Maybe once Morrigan came out of their shell a little more.
Oh drat, that would have been a good pun! Ah well. He'd just have to write that one down for later too. With a grunt, he got up, the boards of the dock creaking beneath him as he walked off to find a nice bath house with a pool big enough for him. Dora and the others should be fine waiting just a little longer for him to get back.
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