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 Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 11:05 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 11:12 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 12:15 pm
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Sheridan was still glaring at his bush. However now that they had established just who was in charge here, he was holding it a bit nicer than he had been, allowing the creature to rest in the palm of his hands instead of hanging by the scruff, branches, whatever. With that bit out of the way, maybe they could actually be friends. Then again, maybe not, perhaps it was more likely the creature was only behaving because it knew that the chill drifting from the dragon's nose meant that he could most certainly make good on his thread. Smart bush.
The dragon only shifted his gaze when the professor spoke, his attention turning from the bush in his hands to the front of the room. Oh but you better not get any ideas, bush, or you will find out just how real that threat was, a slight tightening of his grip for a moment a reminder of this fact.
Head titled, he listened to the professor, mulling over his words. It seemed they had not completed the assignment correctly, he was not sure he understood. Wasn't making one's self intimidating a way of using their FEAR? At least he would have thought threatening to turn a human into a chunk of plasma ice would send them scurrying away in terror. Or maybe... Hmmm, he seemed he did not truly understand FEAR or how to use it, or its importance beyond the fact that it was what gave them substance. He would have to think on this more, perhaps he could find something of use on the subject in the library.
For now however... So they were meant to take one of these bushes with them? He snorted, just what he needed in his room, a plant with teeth. Oh yes, his cat would -love- that. Well, seeing as he and this particular bush had already 'bonded', he may as well choose this one to take with him. With a grunt and a final glare, Sheridan slung his bag over his shoulder, made sure he had a firm grasp on his 'homework' and headed for the door.
"I hope you get along with cats..."
Because if it didn't, well there was going to be more carnage in his room that usual.
(( sn: Amon ))
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 12:45 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 4:14 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 5:26 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 9:25 am
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 5:31 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 7:22 am
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