Things are looking better

[tsaiko]

Nothing on my thesis imploded today. This is a vast improvement over yesterday.

I have wonderful, wonderful people on my friend's list who not only put up with my whining, but also write me awesome drabbles.

I was able to help explain remote sensing to rappleart3 in such a way that she could understand it.

And finally, MY LAPTOP HAS LEFT LOUISVILLE. I'm hoping I get home in time to receive it. EEEEEE!

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[theotherdibbler.livejournal.com]

Yay! :D

[rappleart3.livejournal.com]

I'll just put your drabble here :D

"Hey! Whadya think you're doing?" Jacque loomed over Pascal, a bruise already forming on Jacque's cheek.

"I'm so sorry! I swear it wasn't me!" Damn dragon, Pascal thought. It thought it was so smart sometimes. Just because he and the resident bully didn't get along didn't mean that he wanted to punch the jerk in the face. Well.. maybe he did, but that didn't mean he would actually do it. And for that thought, Pascal felt a twinge on his arm. In response, he banged hi wrist lightly against a near wall. Damn dragon.

"Oh? If it wasn't you, who was it? Matilda?" Jacques semmed angrier. He also seemed to think he was funny. Matilda was the resident ghost in the unused training tower.

Pascal hesitated a second. Now how should he answer that? Honesty was the best policy, they said. Pascal just hoped that they were right. "My dragon did it..."

And there went Jacque's eyebrwos. "Really. Your dragon," And right about then, his tone became mocking. "Shouldn't the little teacher's pet have better control over his dragon than that?" Jacques sneered.

A tingling sensation grew in the back of his mind and Pascal clapped a hand over his mouth a second too late. "Shit happens." That damn dragon again... This time Jacques face turned an ugly reddish-purple and Pascal knew he was in for a world of hurt. Instinctively he cringed, cursing his dragon in his mind.

"What is going on here?" Pascal didn't think he had every been so happy to see Headmistress Royer in his life.

"Pascal punched me. He says it was his dragon. Pfff, what's a good student like him doin' loosing control of his dragon like that? I think he did it on purpose," Jacque accused, looking back and forth between Headmistress Royer and Pascal.

The headmistress gave him a long stare. Pascal shrugged and looked as his feet, blushing slightly. He should have better control of his dragon. But of course he got the most stubborn dragon in the whole world. Stupid, stubborn dragon. And now he really was feeling twinges along his arm, but this time he felt a tad guilty. Pascal rubbed his in apology. He wouldn't want any other dragon.

"Mr. Prevost, if Mr. Lefevre says it was an accident, then I am inclined to believe him. However," and Headmister Royer turned to him, "this is your only warning. Now, Mr. Prevost, back to class with you. Mr. LeFevre, please come with me to my office." With slicing motion, she sent all the onlookers on their way. Pascal was suddenly very grateful that he was on the Headmistress' good side.

[rappleart3.livejournal.com]

Inside, the Headmistress' office was lavishly decorated with plush chairs and a gilded mohagany desk. On the shelves were various jars and vials containing more things than Pascal could identify. Pascal loved studying in here sometimes. It was always warm and inviting. To him anyways.

Madame Royer's voice broke him out of his thoughts. "Pascal, would you like to explain to me what happened out there? That was very unlike you, both to punch Mr. Prevost and to not have control over your dragon. I know you and Mr. Prevost don't get along, but I expected better with you." She pinned him with a motherly stare.

Pascal looked back at her sheepishly. "Sorry, Mme. R, but you know how Foi gets sometimes. He didn't like what Jacques was saying. I promise i'll keep him in check next time." This time, Madame Royer smiled at him kindly.

"I know you will, Pascal. Now off with you! I believe you have this period off. I recommend you stay away from Mr. Prevost. Shoo!" And with that she practically shoved him out of her office. What to do now? Studying in the library was as good a thing to do as any. But half way to the library, he found a deserted hallway and sank to the floor, leaning his back against the wall. He looked down at his bare forearm. Runes and a dragon's lithe form spiraled around his arm, from shoulder to wrist, culminating the the dragon's head curling around his wrist and ending on the back of his hand. A forked pink tongue stuck out. Pascal smiled. Foi was a little miffed with him.

In the next moment, the tattoe began to slither down and off his arm, taking shape and dimension in the space before him. Foi was am Eastern style dragon with a sinuous body and short arms and sharp talons. His sapphire scales reflected the dim light of the hallway, seeming to magnify the light, showing off the brilliant blue. Foi slithered up his arm and neck to nuzzle at Pascal's cheek in an apologetic manner.

"I know you're sorry, Foi. Just try and contain yourself next time, k? Especially when it comes to punching and mouthing off to the school bully. You're just lucky the Headmistress likes us, otherwise we'd be in a world of trouble." Pascal reprimanded his dragon gently. Foi purred in response and coiled himself around Pascal's next. His claws dug into the skin for purchase and Pascal winced a little, though he was long used to such pain.

Pascal sighed and got up. "Well, we'd best be getting to the library to study. That's the one place I know that Jacque won't find me. Let's go." And he headed off down the hallway, smiling fondly and absently petting his dragon's head.

Wow, that was longer than I thought it would be... Also, please note that this is a one-shot. Aka, there will be no more unless the muses strike me. I can however be bribed :P

Also, I know that there's typos, but seeing as I'm a free account, I can't edit my post, so bear with me. Enjoy, Tsaiko! And thanks for your help today XD