Mind you, Flekk is a very simple creature, with very simple wants, and therefore a very simple concept of what constitutes a Good Time. It involves food, a warm lap, and not being chased across the park by a dog.
His little wings are flapping with ineffectual desperation as he hop-hop-hops away from his pursuer and back towards the silhouette of a certain dwarf who is standing, hands on his hips, whistling. "Flekk? Shit, where'd he get off to--" he starts to say, only to wobble forward a pace when the bibiru in question bumps right into the back of his calf.
"Ancestors, duster, you scared me," he grouses--before he spots the approaching puppy and quickly scoops Flekk up off the ground. "Hey now, this one's not for you," he warns her, backing up a few paces.
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Mind you, Flekk is a very simple creature, with very simple wants, and therefore a very simple concept of what constitutes a Good Time. It involves food, a warm lap, and not being chased across the park by a dog.
His little wings are flapping with ineffectual desperation as he hop-hop-hops away from his pursuer and back towards the silhouette of a certain dwarf who is standing, hands on his hips, whistling. "Flekk? Shit, where'd he get off to--" he starts to say, only to wobble forward a pace when the bibiru in question bumps right into the back of his calf.
"Ancestors, duster, you scared me," he grouses--before he spots the approaching puppy and quickly scoops Flekk up off the ground. "Hey now, this one's not for you," he warns her, backing up a few paces.