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Pet Gifting Meme!

Because you needed it!
Everyone knows somebody who could use a pet in their life, right?
Or maybe you just wanted an excuse to give them something?
Or maybe you're part of the Frog Rescue Society and you're tired of waiting for people to adopt?
Whatever your reason, you are giving/getting an animal!

Rules

Post with your character/canon/preferences
Pick a pet or use handy RNG!
Tag around
Look for the deeeeeeep inner meaning of the pets given to you. Or flail.

Pets!

Ant Farm: You know someone who could really use....a handful of insects!
Spiders: Because they deserve their own category
It came from the sea: Fish and water dwellers of the non-fantasy sort!
Amphibians: Frogs, salamanders, damp and slimy but they need hugs too!
Reptiles: Warm and scaly! Wonderful cuddle buddies!
Birds: De birds! De birds! All de birds!
Domestic Mammals: Cats, Dogs, Pigs, Guinea Pigs...
Farm animals: I got you a pony. Or a donkey. Or a sheep...
Wild Animals: WTF HOW DID YOU GET THIS INTO A BASKET FOR ME?!
Extinct: Everyone needs a Dino or Dodo in their life right?
Fantasy: Gifts of dragons are the best!
Video Game: Pokemon, Digimon, Aeon....
EGG: Hi I found this egg and if you take of it it'll hatch! Into ANYTHING. Even a GINGERBREAD MAN or a YARN MONSTER!
Plush/Toy: Yeah, so, I wasn't sure you could handle a live animal....

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"Does not have to be cake or the like" he said, looking around the kitchen for ideas. A bowl of apples sat on the island and he went to the fridge, finding filo dough.

Apple turnovers.

There was enough apples and dough to make many little individual ones.

He tied his hair back and got to work, his dragon climbing out again for a look around and maybe a couple pieces of apple.

"On your head be it," she chuckled. "Some mutants react to fructose just as much as sucrose." But he could run them ragged or something if necessary. In the mean time she was going to make some bread to go with the meal itself.

Or she was going to make bread in between bouts of getting tugged off to check on things by 'Heed. He had a better ear for when the kids were too quiet than she did.

When the turnovers were put together, Nickov set them aside to be baked right after dinner so that they were hot out of the oven.

After cleaning up, Nickov headed back to his room to nap, his dragon exploring his bed sheets and nosing about before curling up under his chin.

Kit, for her part, was someone who tried not to sleep, or nap, when possible. She crept in later, quietly, to pick up Isobel out of her bed so the waking girl wouldn't bother Nickov, then it was training sessions with the kids. Computer session, and before too long there were those twin girls again, giggling outside Nickov's door. "You knock!"

"No, you!"

The dragon popped his head up at the voices and nudged Nickov until he woke. He sat up and cocked a lazy ear to the door when he heard something. "Hello? Someone there?" he asked through a wide sharp-toothed yawn.

"EEEEp!" They...hand't thought this far ahead really. "You first!"

"Me? Fine! Umm...hi? Sorry to wake you up! It's time for dinner and we were wondering if we could sit next to you?"

"Yes okay" he said without really thinking.

He got out of bed and pulled on a pair of socks and another shirt. He got cold easily here. His dragon shimmied up his arm and settled on his shoulder as he opened the door to head down for dinner.

The twins grinned when he came out, cooed over his dragon, and hooked their arms in his, one on either side. Seems they'd nerved themselves up a bit. "What are you going to name it?" The first asked.

"It won't be grumpy like Lockheed right? He never lets us pet him..."

Nickov stared at the pair a moment before smiling and unhooking his arms awkwardly.

"I do not know yet. I have only had him...or her, a few hours." he shrugged and started down the stairs ahead of them.

They pouted at his back as he disengaged their arms but, well, they were girls heavily in crush. Obviously he was just shy. They could forgive that. "Her? You could have a girl? That would be wonderful!"

"And you should watch a movie with us after dinner, it'll be good for your dragon to hear a lot of speaking!"

"Perhaps" he said, wondering if maybe he should have asked Kit to talk to them before it got out of hand. No, he'd deal with it on his own.

The smells of dinner wafted through the manor and his dragon finally vocalized something other than a growl or hiss. "Cindersky."

Nickov stopped to look at the little dragon who had finally found a name for itself. And judging from the voice, it was female. She looked proud of herself. He gave her neck a few strokes.

"Cindersky it is then" he said.

Given that these were teenage girls who had a lot fewer issues than the rest of the students at the mansion at the moment...

...it wasn't out of hand yet. They hadn't let themselves into his room and jumped him after all.

"Ooooh! That's a beautiful name Cindersky! And you're a girl! You can totally date Lockheed now!"

"Who'd want to do that? He's a jerk!"

"Now, now, he is not all bad" Nickov chuckled as they entered the kitchen.

Cindersky hissed at the thought of dating her twin.

"Yes he is," one of them snorted. "He's a brat because his owner..."

"...is a bitch." The second finished with a laughed in a light tone. She wasn't trying to insult really, honest. "I'm sure Cindersky is going to be a lot nicer!"

Nickov's ears flattened at that and he rounded on them. "Do not dare to call Kit that again! Understand?" he growled, tail lashing.

"Hey!" They yelled back in chorus, "It's nothing but the truth, she says it herself! And she's spoiled! She doesn't go to school and she's what, only a year or two older than us? What's her deal?!"

"You keep a civil tongue in your heads regardless!" he hissed, pointing a claw to each of them in turn. "Kit is a hard worker and protects this school, sacrificing herself so that you have a future."

Yep, the twins were pouting at him again, sweet, innocent, intertwined girls on the stairs. "Sure, whatever." Because everyone here believed that it seemed. Obviously the kids at the mansion needed to get out more.

"Problems?" Kit asked mildly from the bottom of the stairs, 'Heed standing on her shoulder and stretching his neck upward to hiss softly at the trio. He'd...felt echoes of anger through his new twin. It was weird.

Cindersky perked however at the sight of him. "I have a name!" she said proudly and Nickov's anger ebbed. "Nothing." he said to Kit and went to get glasses and plates.

"Sorry I fell asleep, I hope everything is cooked fine" he apologized to Kit before letting Cindersky tell everyone her name.

"'Course," Lockheed snorted. She'd always had a name after all she just had to figure it out! Kit touched his elbow lightly as he passed her on the stairs then eyed the two girls for a while, a fact that made the girls fidget before they pounded down the remaining steps to sit at the table.

"I like it when people manage to rest, don't worry. I put your desserts in a few moments ago then Lockheed got antsy." She even had Isobel already settled in her booster seat beside Kit's normal chair.

After they heaped their plates with the stuffed shells and filled their glasses, Nickov sat down in the other chair beside Isobel. He wrapped his tail around his chair legs as usual.

Cindersky moved to sit in Nickov's lap, fore-paws up on the table.

As far as meals went it was rather normal. The usual cautions to chew properly and to ask things be passed. The twins glared at Nickov, they had an empty seat between them he had promised to fill, but they didn't quite get up the nerve to remind him.

About part way through the meal though Lockheed slouched over to tug on Cindersky's neck gently. "Here, up here." Meaning the spot beside Isobel's plate. "Cindersssky, 'Sobel. 'Sobel, Sky. Take turns?" The little girl delighted in showing she knew how to use her fork properly and took it in turns to share forkfuls with Lockheed. He saw no reason Cindersky shouldn't enjoy the bounty of a generous kid as well.

"...aaaannnnnd he'll teach her all the tricks," Kit laughed.

Nickov ignored their glares. After the way they talked about the woman who had saved his life, he wasn't too keen about being near them at all for awhile.

Cindersky watched her twin and learned quickly, opening her mouth and letting the toddler feed her. However, Nickov soon scooped her back up and let her eat from his plate since at the rate Isobel was stuffing the two dragons, there wouldn't be anything left for her.

Kit had been warned by Moira when she let the girls come visit that they were 'a handful' and to 'get them away from Eric before he strangled them', so she'd been keeping a weather eye on the pair. Too many strikes and she'd find a nice, safe boarding school for them.

Or maybe send them to Cassidy Keep; Sean and Thom had experience handling teenage girls who were...well, teenage girls. It was far too normal a problem for most the kids at the mansion to relate to.

"Eat your own food witchling, you can share popcorn later;" Kit laughed and scooped up her own partner as well. The toddler huffed and stuffed half a shell in er mouth just to show she 'was' eating.

Ah, kids.

"I'll be setting up a sword session in the DR after dinner guys, anyone who wants in with Kurt and I let me know."

"After zat, Pirates?"

"Sure," the Danger Room made a great theater.

Nickov nodded, "I would like to see that."

He hadn't explored the lower levels other than when he was accompanied with Kit, and rarely even then. Closed spaces brought on his claustrophobia.

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