[It's a very familiar reaction - Shen Wei does almost exactly the same thing. So did he, the first time Iris help him. Maybe it's a child soldier thing, Jedao muses, holding him all the way through it.
After a long few breaths, Jedao relaxes his grip to tow them back over to the couch, where the low coffee table is already set.]
I remember you said once that fruit and bread were okay for you? So I made apple tea, and toast with jam.
[The toast is as yet plain; several jams are arranged on the tray.]
[He feels weirdly seen right now, and there's still an echo in his soul that wants to cover up and hide from it, that still can't help but associate it with the threat of harm, but Jedao was soft and the hug was nice and the bread smells good, and he'll - honestly, quite happily - let himself be towed to the couch.
Flapjack jumps off his head immediately as he sits, landing next to the platter with an expectant chirp at Hunter, and he giggles softly as he picks up the toast and breaks a piece off for his palisman.]
Jeep comes galloping into the room, launching himself into the air about ten feet from the couch, landing with his hind claws in the couch back and and his front claws in Jedao's shoulder, his white batlike wings flapping erratically as he makes raspy, indignant chirps at the idea of someone getting tidbits but not him.
Jedao laughs and smears some apricot marmalade on another piece of crust and holds him up for him.
"I'd never forget you, Jeep," Jedao promises the little dragon, laughing softly in turn.
Hunter's eyes go wide when the tiny dragon jumps onto the couch, but it's immediately obvious that he is besotted by it, if the way his eyes light up is any indication.
Which is definitely confirmed by the delighted whisper of "I love him." a moment later.
Flapjack, who is too old to be jealous but never too old to make a new friend, flits up onto Jedao's other shoulder to chirp curiously at Jeep. Another familiar? Friend!!
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After a long few breaths, Jedao relaxes his grip to tow them back over to the couch, where the low coffee table is already set.]
I remember you said once that fruit and bread were okay for you? So I made apple tea, and toast with jam.
[The toast is as yet plain; several jams are arranged on the tray.]
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[He feels weirdly seen right now, and there's still an echo in his soul that wants to cover up and hide from it, that still can't help but associate it with the threat of harm, but Jedao was soft and the hug was nice and the bread smells good, and he'll - honestly, quite happily - let himself be towed to the couch.
Flapjack jumps off his head immediately as he sits, landing next to the platter with an expectant chirp at Hunter, and he giggles softly as he picks up the toast and breaks a piece off for his palisman.]
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Jedao laughs and smears some apricot marmalade on another piece of crust and holds him up for him.
"I'd never forget you, Jeep," Jedao promises the little dragon, laughing softly in turn.
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Which is definitely confirmed by the delighted whisper of "I love him." a moment later.
Flapjack, who is too old to be jealous but never too old to make a new friend, flits up onto Jedao's other shoulder to chirp curiously at Jeep. Another familiar? Friend!!
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"He's Hakkai's pet, more than mine," Jedao explains. "But I am very shameless about giving him treats, so he likes me. Jeep is very bribable."