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- Looking for partners
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- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Beginner
- Elementary
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Transgender
- Agender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Primarily Nonbinary
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Modern/Supernatural, Fantasy, Modern, Horror, Magical, Mystery, Action Adventure, Scifi, Romance, Angst (but with happy endings)
Grandpa Jenkins scoffed and shook his head. "Didn't anyone ever tell ya not to play with yer food?" he teased. "Hooligans. Hooligans, the lot of ya." He carried a small bowl of seasonings over to the pot of noodles and added them in.
Less than a half hour later, the meal was just about ready. Opal and Noah helped set the table with enough spots for the whole group. Grandpa Jenkins put out drinks, fruit, and some additional sides and snacks. All they needed now was Jasper.
"There's no rush," Axle insisted. "Opal and the others are with Grandpa Jenkins. They'll be perfectly safe, and I'm sure fed, until we get back." He gently traced a thumb across the top of her hand. "I'll stay with you the whole time. So will Pumpkin. Isn't that right, Pumpkin?"
The orange and green dragon inched forward a little, nearly slipping off Axle's shoulder at one point, and stretched out his neck to nuzzle Malia's cheek with a soft chirr. Yes. He would stay, too.
Less than a half hour later, the meal was just about ready. Opal and Noah helped set the table with enough spots for the whole group. Grandpa Jenkins put out drinks, fruit, and some additional sides and snacks. All they needed now was Jasper.
"There's no rush," Axle insisted. "Opal and the others are with Grandpa Jenkins. They'll be perfectly safe, and I'm sure fed, until we get back." He gently traced a thumb across the top of her hand. "I'll stay with you the whole time. So will Pumpkin. Isn't that right, Pumpkin?"
The orange and green dragon inched forward a little, nearly slipping off Axle's shoulder at one point, and stretched out his neck to nuzzle Malia's cheek with a soft chirr. Yes. He would stay, too.