We'll see if I can still live up to that by bubble bath time. Since I've pre-stamped this one, I had better be on my way. I'll give you an invoice for the ingredients.
I'll be something large and flying, please don't shoot me out of the sky with a magical missile.
I've worked for tips. I appreciate it. See you in a bit.
[ His cargo requires a certain size, and despite having powers perfect for it, Yamada doesn't do subtle often. In this case, he decides on a pterodactyl of indistinct species. The feet are perfect for carrying his food courier bag, a leftover from one of his many jobs.
He's easy enough to spot if you know he's coming; his body is mostly black but with a white streak for an underbelly that covers the lower half of his beak, so it's easy to see the many little spikes that imitate his stubble. Yamada always likes his little details and has attached a big pair of aviator goggles, too, so when he comes in for a landing, one claw on the wing raises them with a smirk on a beak that shouldn't be able to give one.
Once he has his one-woman audience, he speaks, in the same thick, husky voice as ever- ]
[ Of course he's just gone and left subtle dead and buried back back in the Mesozoic era. Extra really is the only way to describe him sometimes, not that she minds as evident by the the glint of amusement in her eyes. Besides she tries not to be too big of a hypocrite.
She shifts a hand to her slightly cocked hip as he lands, head shaking ever so slightly. ]
I have to ask, why that of all the things you could pick?
[ There's a teasing quality to her voice, a clear attempt to hold back a good natured laugh. ]
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We'll see if I can still live up to that by bubble bath time. Since I've pre-stamped this one, I had better be on my way. I'll give you an invoice for the ingredients.
I'll be something large and flying, please don't shoot me out of the sky with a magical missile.
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[ can't really be too high given the magician she constantly lets bum around. ]
Please give me more credit than that. I'm more creative than to use magic missles.
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[ His cargo requires a certain size, and despite having powers perfect for it, Yamada doesn't do subtle often. In this case, he decides on a pterodactyl of indistinct species. The feet are perfect for carrying his food courier bag, a leftover from one of his many jobs.
He's easy enough to spot if you know he's coming; his body is mostly black but with a white streak for an underbelly that covers the lower half of his beak, so it's easy to see the many little spikes that imitate his stubble. Yamada always likes his little details and has attached a big pair of aviator goggles, too, so when he comes in for a landing, one claw on the wing raises them with a smirk on a beak that shouldn't be able to give one.
Once he has his one-woman audience, he speaks, in the same thick, husky voice as ever- ]
Yamadactyl.
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She shifts a hand to her slightly cocked hip as he lands, head shaking ever so slightly. ]
I have to ask, why that of all the things you could pick?
[ There's a teasing quality to her voice, a clear attempt to hold back a good natured laugh. ]