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[no_eels]

Who: Toothless, and you (open)
Where: The Fourth Floor.
When: During the pollution event.
Rating: PG
Summary: Yeah, all of this toxic stuff? Not good for dragons. Toothless is feeling a little off.
The Story:

So far, of the so-called 'events', this is the one that Toothless dislikes the most. The clouds are like fog, but they cling to him and make his green eyes sting. A bad smell comes with them, and the clouds are everywhere. Toothless stays in his room as much as possible, but a dragon needs to run if he can't fly. He runs through the mansion and over what ground is tolerable, outside, but retires to his room shortly after every occasion.

Today, he feels worse than usual. What little food he can find won't stay in his stomach, and for some reason the 'closet' (which in his room is a crevasse in the rock) won't give him anything. As someone who can't speak, he finds it frustrating on top of all of the anxiety. Nothing in this place makes sense normally, but now he has to live off of his fat stores? They won't last forever.

Laying in his room doesn't help, so instead he opts to go out for another walk. Sluggishly, slowly, he makes his way, normally brilliant eyes a little glazed.

He hopes this ends, soon.

Comments

[seekingsanity]

Fuminori glances over at him and wipes his mouth on his sleeve before straightening up.

"You don't look so good." From what he can tell.

[no_eels]

It's a good assessment. Looking a little queasy, he shakes his head before rumbling in concern.

[seekingsanity]

"Me too."

Fuminori shoves his hands in his pockets.

"I got used to food I can eat."

[no_eels]

Toothless longs for those plates of fish that he used to be able to get so readily. Nothing outside is fit enough to eat, anymore. He's learned that the hard way. Cautiously, he approaches Fuminori and nudges him, gently, trying to be comforting.

[seekingsanity]

Fuminori flinches a little at being touched, but after a couple of seconds he puts his hand against Toothless's head. Or he thinks it's his head.

"It shouldn't be much longer, at least."

[no_eels]

The Night Fury rumbles, trying to be comforting, and nods. A big indicator that Fuminori does, indeed, have a hand on the dragon's head. If they could just hold out...

[seekingsanity]

"I guess you can't eat the packaged stuff the closets were giving out?"

[no_eels]

Reluctantly, Toothless nods, then makes a face. He was having to, but they were less than great for him. They made his stomach upset and left him queasy, in danger of spilling back all of the food he'd taken in.

But sometimes, he manages to keep it in.

[seekingsanity]

"I do have some of that, if you want it." Fuminori's decided he'd rather go without.

[no_eels]

The Night Fury shakes his head. He feels queasy enough, at the moment, without adding any of that food into it.

[seekingsanity]

"I know how you feel."

Fuminori removes his hand from Toothless's head and wipes his palm on his pants absently.

"Outside isn't really better than inside right now. Though maybe the roof would be okay."

[no_eels]

Toothless nods, again, and then sits down, letting out a big sigh. It wasn't good, but at least it was above the worst of the strange clouds. Sometimes there was a hint of freshness. Just a hint, but it reminded Toothless that this would end. Hopefully.

[seekingsanity]

Fuminori glances around and coughs into his arm for a moment.

"There's so much waiting here."

He finally crouches next to Toothless and runs a hand through his hair.

"Too much."

[no_eels]

The Night Fury rumbles in a comforting way. Or he tries. At least Toothless has his fat stores to live on, for a while. As far as he can tell, Vikings don't really have those. So the Vikings will have to wait for everything to pass, and hopefully their food will hold out long enough.

[seekingsanity]

Fuminori stays in that posture for some time, not speaking. He likes that about being around Toothless--Toothless isn't human and doesn't communicate in a voice that's supposed to sound human. There's nothing distorted about him, even though Fuminori knows that what he's seeing isn't Toothless's real form.

[no_eels]

Toothless is content to keep him company, and receive company in return. It's a little like being with the other dragons in the mountain, when Toothless had wanted someone to be around. Most of the Vikings like to talk. And talk...