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"Ahh Bravad! It is good to see you!"

Tomas brightened somewhat when he saw his student was around. However, there was still a level of dejection to take note of on his expression. Tomas did try to hide it, but given Bravad had been around him a while he might pick up on the fact Tomas was putting on something of a brave face. Who knew how well it was working.

"I've been well...ok mostly just been trying to think on a new song. I've got a huge performance coming up soon but...the ideas are struggling to surface. But, don't worry! I've got it all under control!"

Tomas gives a small wink to seem more confident than he actually was. He was pretending right now, wearing a mask to hide how worried he truly was deep down. Something he tended to do a lot.

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“Do you really think you are a worthy opponent for me?!” Trondo started to look angrier, the cake from above annoying him much more than just the tail around his body.

“That’s cute…” a scary groan was muttered while he tried to look at Tomas behind all that pastry mess. A slightly mocking stare was sentenced as he turned his back to him while trying to reach to his weapons. Indeed it was hard when he had to get the cake out of his face and ignoring Tomas’ tail entwined on his one all at the same time.

“Dammit!”

The scent of brewing tea has always been something that calmed Drew's nerves, were they to ever be on edge. Perfectly warm, with the best quality leaves; yes, there really was nothing like it. Though it appears his brewing skills were not just appreciated by himself.

Someone else has arrived and they are observed calmly by the jackal, the tip of one ear twitching.

@luteoflaughs sent: Tomas comes in and hugs Bunny.

unprompted asks (always accepting)

{♚}—; Nestor took a seat near one of the castles, placing his wooden hammer back on his belt as he decided to just rest for a moment. It had been a very busy day, helping with the plans and building of one of the new castles and taking care of some of his leadership duties.

Some days such as this one were much more time consuming and required a lot of his attention, it was nice of one of the baby dragons to come and give him a present earlier almost as if the little one wanted to make him happy.

{🔥}—; Spyro yawned as he stretched his forelegs, waking up in the very early morning before even Tomas would usually wake up. The bard may be his caretaker and was essentially like his dad, he really appreciated all that he’d done for him but he still had a very adventurous mindset.

As per usual the little dragon stretched his body to get rid of the drowsiness across his joints and muscles, but as he got to his feet and stood up he heard the beating of small wings as his closest friend Sparx flitted over to him just as he was padding out of his room and into the hall.

“Trying to sneak out Spyro? You know that we shouldn’t be doing this you purple putz.” He rolled his eyes and tapped his thorax against his friend’s horn to get his attention, he knew him well enough to know he was probably going to keep moving. “C’mon pal, wouldn’t hurt to just go outside and hang out for a while.”

While Sparx knew that technically yes it wouldn’t do any harm and he liked hanging out with their friends, he knew hot Tomas would certainly not like them slipping out like this.

However just as Spyro was reaching for the door he suddenly froze, and sighed as he felt something grab his tail and he knew that the bard had either set something up or he was right there and then before he knew it he’d been picked up only to see the yellow dragon himself, so he grit his teeth and attempted to put on an oh so innocent face.

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This...could not have been more awkward.

Crap, all he’d been doing was trying to get his prized knife back from some pesky sheep. Probably hadn’t been a good idea to put it down on the windowsill of Gavin’s tavern but he had been right next to the blasted thing! He figured the Artisan fauna would keep well away from a muscular Beast Maker like him.

So much for that assumption.

Follow that occurrence up with a comical chase all across Stone Hill and, well...apparently sheep are good burrowers. Either that or somebody around here seriously needed to do a better job filling up these damn holes.

And since Bubba couldn’t exactly cry for help due to the ground muffling his voice, the best he could do was try to get out himself.

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Word came back to the lizard duo that a racing tournament was about to be held underway back at the Wumpa Islands. With how Joe was an already seasoned veteran and Moe being a new upcoming rookie, the two were bound to get back home as soon as possible. Especially for Joe in particular, since he’s itching to crush the competition of both old and new rivals to the ground.

But for now, the brothers can be seen bantering with each out in the grassy fields about the current event.

“Now Moe,” said Joe. “I can’t sssssay for ccertain if we’ll get to raccccce asss a duo. Usssssually, the championsss of each area only get to racce ssssolo againssst the upcoming challenger.”

“But that’s not fair!” cried Moe. “It’s Komodo Bros! Not Komodo Bro!”

“Yeah yeah I know, it ssssucks. I hate it too.” He raised his arms up. “Bessidesss, I think you might get your own track later down the line by sssome chanccce we’re not together.”

Moe crossed his arms and turned around. “Can’t wait, too long.”

Joe sighed and shook his head. “Yeessssh... Ssso much for giving encouragement.”