First Floor Lobby, Saturday Afternoon

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

Lockheed was still stuffed from Thanksgiving dinner at Luke's the other night. It was a really good meal, maybe even better than the Thanksgiving dinners he'd had at Xavier's. Granted, there were about twenty fewer people at Luke's, and half of them had never seen a cute little dragon before. (A fact that brought Lockheed a lot of pleasant attention. He suspected that the only way Rory's mom would have been happier about seeing a wee dragon at dinner was if he was fuzzy. He shuddered slightly at that thought.)

But that was a few days ago. Lockheed was now sitting in the lobby - in Tick's normal chair, because it was the most comfortable chair and certainly not because he was starting to miss the big guy. Because he wasn't growing attached. Nope. Certainly not - watching anyone who passed by with interest. Aside from dinner, it had been a boring couple days, so even random passersby were mildly exciting.

[OOC: Open for slow-played interaction throughout the day. Aeryn-mun and I will be seeing the Potter movie at some point, so I'll be away for a bit. Eventually. Not sure when yet.]

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[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

A gremlin runs by dragging a pair of khaki pants.

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

Huh. There's something different. This might prove interesting on such a slow day.

Lockheed took flight and chased after the gremlin.

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

The gremlin looked over his shoulder and saw Lockheed chasing him. With a squeak, he began running faster, still dragging the pants behind him.

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

Lockheed casually increased his speed to match the gremlin. A running gremlin had nothing on a flying dragon. He playfully fired a small warning flame.

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

The gremlin looked over his shoulder again and saw the flame coming. He squeaked again and dropped to the floor, letting go of the pants at the same time.

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

Lockheed swooped down to grab the pants in his paws. They weren't his, but they might make a nice pillow until somebody claimed them.

He hovered in the air above the gremlin, clutching the pants and waiting to see what it would do next.

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

When no flames engulfed him, the gremlin looked up cautiously. Seeing Lockheed just hovering there, watching, he started scrambling toward the wall and the nearest vent he could see. Students were one thing, flying dragons that breathed fire were something else completely.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

On his way up from a workout in the gym, Anders stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of what looked very much like his pants, dangling from the paws of a -- small, hovering purple dragon?

"What. The. Frak."

He started bounding down the hallway toward the dragon in an enthusiastic but likely less than well-thought-out way, hands outstretched.

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

Having let the gremlin run away (Score: Lockheed 1, Gremlins 0), Lockheed saw some guy running towards him. He wasn't sure what to make of this, so he tilted his head inquisitively.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders stopped in front of the dragon, flailed his hands incoherently for a moment, and then just stood there looking perplexed.

"Um. Hi? I think those are mine? The pants, I mean. And I'd kind of . . . like them back? Please?"

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

Lockheed looked at Anders, then at the pants, then at the vent the gremlin ran to. /I should have fried him,/ he said. He flew over to Anders and dropped the pants.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Thanks, um . . . Mister Dragon," Anders said gratefully, clutching his pants. "Me and my friends are kind of missing a bunch more clothing, too, so if you catch any more gremlins with it we'd be really, really grateful if you could maybe get 'em for us."

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

Lockheed took a moment to ponder the joy of chasing down any other gremlins he saw, then snickered and nodded.

/This could be fun.../

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

The sight of a small snickering dragon took Anders by surprise for a moment, but he joined in with the snickering. "Lucky you, you can get away with it," he said, fishing in his pocket for a gumball and offering it to Lockheed as the only kind of treat he had on hand. "And hey, if you catch any of 'em? Give 'em an extra bit of frying for me."

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

Lockheed took the gumball and tried it. It was a good enough reward. He gave Anders a salute (which looked fairly awkward due to the relative lengths of his front leg and neck) before flying back to the lobby.