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lost in time was better than lost literally. though, maybe not for adelaide. time was a tricky thing for her. but neither were the issue. she'd thank her new four-legged, furry friend for that. keeping up with the animal's routine over the past couple weeks helped to give the hybrid some routine of her own. ultimately helping when things got foggy. which they were now — literally. and getting darker, ade having lost track of time while out. the walk back is quiet. it's too easy to get caught in a downpour these days; you never know when it's gonna happen either. not that someone from the swamp minds a little rain. except new orleans rain is so much warmer. addie's luck is finally lost, a gust of cold wind rolling in with more fog accompanying it. they bring a couple of drops, then, a few more, and it's not long before it steadies. she knows they have a couple of minutes, if that, to find a place to wait it out and she knows just the spot. the firestation doors are open for the trucks with nowhere to go, and the pair tuck in, just enough to remain covered. she has taz sit, but in another minute she's standing, tail wagging and alerting ade to their company. ❝ sorry! just trying to wait out — ❞ she turns, surprised to see the dragon, words stuck for a moment. ❝ — the rain. ❞ gentle pats try to ease taz, but she's not yet learned to handle hier excitement when meeting someone new. ❝ that's okay right? ❞ despite his surliness, adelaide doesn't actually expect to be turned away. ❝ at least, for her sake?, ❞ she says of the brownish tan mix, really trying hammer it in for good measure. she's seen the other quite moody before.

What I got:

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾                        @beneviolencia​ asked:  you are something of a rarity. - signed sam kirk

❛   Don’t tell me.   I have beautiful wings that span the room and you just realized it!   ❜    Christine teases walking around his bio-bed, not giving his words a lot of thought;    people said silly things while under the influence of hypo.    If she started believing half the things she heard here, she’d think half the ship was populated by superheroes and the other half were in love with M’Benga.    

Leaning her hip against the bed, she presses a hand to his chest, lifting his chin with her other, smiling widely when their eyes met.     ❛   Let me save you time:    no, you can’t leave.    M’Benga doesn’t want to go out with you, and yes, I am very pretty.    I’ve been told that before.    ❜       Patting his chest, she moved away, laughing lightly under her breath.     Something of a rarity.     Such cheese shouldn’t work on her, but beneath the cool, working exterior, she felt a flutter in her heart;     she was just going to have to tease him later about it to make it go away.