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Is it true that you've been in your cabin for weeks, because if thats the case i'm kicking that door down and dragging you out for a watermelon tea party

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+AF: … N-no…. I-I don’t know what you are talking about.

[]=- Of course it does their practically the same thing ehhehe

*you giggle as you gently tapped your melon and listened to it, attempting to copy what she was doing, you of course had no idea what this melon tapping meant more that it looked kinda fun for a second, getting quickly bored of tapping your melon, you give it a quick strike to the top and let it break into pieces before you.

you quickly grab the first piece and start eat it like there was no tomorrow, spreading watermelon juice all over your face*

You glance side ways, noticing him mimic your idle motions with short attention. Quickly loosing any patience with the gesture he goes straight into hacking into the fruit, spreading it more on his face than his mouth as he dives in like a five year old. You can’t help but laughing. 

+AF: Uh huh.

+AF: I’m guessing every watermelon party consists of this, huh?

You hold your arm out, bent at the elbow palm up, activating the anima in just that one appendage. Long sharp claws and silver grey fur sprout forth easily and soon you able to slice your melon clean in two, then two again until you have fur massive slices. You flick the juice from your claws, the anima simultaneously deactivating in a small glowing flicker as it recedes back into the mark. 

You hold your piece up, nibbling on it thoughtfully as you gaze flickers down the hill to your cabin and the lake to Meda stuffing his face full of the red fruit as if they would not exist past the rising sun. You grin, trying to be more vigorous as you take a bigger bite and pack your cheeks full like a chipmunk, the red juice dribbling down your lips and chin as you try and chew. 

HAHA!! Wow now THAT is a good impression!! amazing skills yo, names Power Rangers and I think your Swagtastic!

You startle as a boisterous laugh booms ahead of you, a honey brown haired boy grinning brightly as you pull yourself up from your hunch. You watch him a moment as he talks, your surprised look turning into a smile. Though your eyebrow quirks a little at the last word he uses. You.. weren’t really sure… what that meant.

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 +AF: Thanks, nice too meet you… um Power Rangers is it? I’m Ani.

You angle your head a little, still looking at him curiously.

+AF: So, … you know Dandom too then?

You stand at the mouth of the cave, lingering as you play with the hilt of a sheathed dagger you had strapped to your hip. Pushing your long side banges out of your face, you take a breath. You hoped he was home... and was okay. You call out into the cave. "...Spyro? It's Ani... are you in there?" ((+Animafandom))

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A soft growl echoed through the cavern. White eyes shone out on the darkness. “ƜӇƠ ƖƧ ƬӇЄƦЄ?" The grimdark dragon crouched in the depths so far back that only his bright eyes can be seen.

Spyro grinned, his scales hid any marks from view. “It only hurts if I cut a sensitive place or if I’m loosing a lot of blood. Not to mention I only bleed myself for the important things, and personal grooming.”

You keep a frown, puffing your cheeks into a familiar little pout. You still weren’t happy about the fact, but after a moment of studying his eyes as you lightly glared, you sighed, letting your shoulders slump a little. He didn’t seem to bothered by the fact… or hurt.

+AF: Well as long as your okay… 

You mumble, looking down and still absent mindively holding one of his hands in your own two. You still had one cheek puckered full of air to the side. The idea still bugged you. 

+AF: I think I’ll pass on the hair dying though… but thank you.

You glance up a little, giving a nervous smile, mesmerized by his gem eyes you loved so much.  But after an all too short moment, you snap back too it, the flame touch of embarrassment caressing your cheeks as you averted your gaze down, spotting your hands again and gently releasing his hand back to him. You give a minuscule nervous chuckle. Your sudden consciousness about your physicality causing you to stiffen a little as you wrap your rebellious hands around each others arms bicep to keep them under wraps.  

You turn your gaze back up, trying to force a normal, casual smile, clearly a smidgen flustered.

+AF: S-so how are the dragonlings? Did they all find nests okay?

☋ ((Do you think you could do it for Dan and Kage? :3))

+AF: HMPH. I’M DANDOM. I YELL AT OTHER FANDOMS A LOT EVEN THOUGH MY MOIRAIL SAYS THAT’S BAD FOR MY HEART. I DON’T LIKE TO ADMIT I HAVE FEELINGS, I LIKE MY CAT, AND MILK PRODUCTS ARE SUCKY CAUSE I HAVE ALLERGIES. 

+AF: How’s that??

+AF: Also… who’s Kage? I don’t think I’ve met anyone with that name… so it’d be hard to do an impression.

Is it true that you've been in your cabin for weeks, because if thats the case i'm kicking that door down and dragging you out for a watermelon tea party

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+AF: … N-no…. I-I don’t know what you are talking about.

*you grin back at her as you hand her the water melon in your hand and pull up another from your jacket modus, thus making your jacket shrink slightly, it was around 85% of its full size/capacity, that meant another 10% could be filled with melons and not break your tools that were inside*

[]=- of course, its no problem

*you grin as you glance at the melon in your hands, before hearing her query and looking up at her, you smile softly, it had been a while since you had done one of these and for a second you mind drifts off to the first time you and tale had done this, it takes about a minute for you to come back into focus and you give her a small smile*

[]=- it’s easy, first you have to break open and eat most of the watermelon, then we have a speed spitting contest, then we have more melons!

You give a small giggle, brushing away a few stray long brown strands away from your eye just before he hands over a watermelon. You place it in your lap, hugging its sides as you twist your head, trying to get a look at his face when he lowers it close to his body. You look up, light faced as you see the look of sentimentality playing upon his lips, bringing a small warm smile to your own, which you keep as he puts his focus back on the present. 

You lean against the fruit, knocking on the top of it lightly with one of your knuckles as your cheek squishes against it’s cold surface. You can feel the vibration of your rapping thud within it as you listen. You give a happy joking breath.

+AF: You know that sounds an awful lot like a Watermelon picnic.

You stand at the mouth of the cave, lingering as you play with the hilt of a sheathed dagger you had strapped to your hip. Pushing your long side banges out of your face, you take a breath. You hoped he was home... and was okay. You call out into the cave. "...Spyro? It's Ani... are you in there?" ((+Animafandom))

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A soft growl echoed through the cavern. White eyes shone out on the darkness. “ƜӇƠ ƖƧ ƬӇЄƦЄ?" The grimdark dragon crouched in the depths so far back that only his bright eyes can be seen.

He received the mirror and nodded. “Well, its not dying per say…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I kind of… bleed into it? As my blood is magic, I can really do anything with my hair.”

You give a small gasp, your eyelids flaring a little in concern and surprise. You reach forward, clasping his hand to inspect for any injuries or cuts, your pale little hands dwarfed by his. But you hold it still looking up with worry. You had grown a little more accustom to magic due to a recent new friend and quite the literal drop in on your own planet.

+AF: You have to bleed onto it?! Does it hurt? 

You fret, worried. Magic or not, you didn’t want spyro getting hurt just for magic, regardless of what it could or couldn’t do You cared too much for that..

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You stand at the mouth of the cave, lingering as you play with the hilt of a sheathed dagger you had strapped to your hip. Pushing your long side banges out of your face, you take a breath. You hoped he was home... and was okay. You call out into the cave. "...Spyro? It's Ani... are you in there?" ((+Animafandom))

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A soft growl echoed through the cavern. White eyes shone out on the darkness. “ƜӇƠ ƖƧ ƬӇЄƦЄ?" The grimdark dragon crouched in the depths so far back that only his bright eyes can be seen.

Spyro nods. “Beautiful,” he mused, wings flapping at a slow pace to gently blow the clipped hair from Anima’s shoulders.

He then walked over to his treasure pile. searching through to find a hand mirror and returning to pass it to her as well. “The important thing is, what do you think of it. I can add some color if you like but I might have to give away the secret as to how I keep my hair looking the same all the time.”

You feel the familiar twinge of a slight blush small and warm, not burning but bright on your cheeks. Your hair ruffles at the slight stir of air, the strands dusting off your shoulders and twirling to the ground in little wisps. You watch him walk back into a darker part of the cave, your eyes now more adjusted to see the hoard.

A moment later, after tinkling laughter of metal and clatter of stone, he finds something he was looking for. A mirror, elegant and small like a maidens hand mirror. You accept it when it’s offered, looking it over. It was pretty, twisted handle and blue. Well crafted and regal… you didn’t fell like it’s beautiful design matched a plain girl like you, but you liked it. Delicately holding it up, you check your reflection. Your eyes widened a little turning your head to the side. It wasn’t what you had grown accustom to, but, it was good. It suited. It matched. It brought a bit of happy bubbles to your stomach. 

You look back to spyro as he talks, handing the dainty mirror back to him, you gape your mouth a little as he tells you of the hair, your blue eyes sparkling with some inner naivety you always seemed to keep.

+AF: You dye your hair?

You ask honestly curious. You had never thought about it before, his flame coloured hair always suiting him so you never even pondered.