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Time: 10 A.M.
Location: Spare bedroom, Alanna and Adam's flat
Perpetrators: Code names Knight, Bird and Ninja.
Mission: Paint the most colorful mural the bar has ever seen. The universe, even.
Objective: Do so before Adam returns home from work.

Alanna is ready.

She's wearing an old pair of jeans, and one of Adam's T-shirts. Judging by the holes, it had a run-in with one of the dragons. Tarps are laid out in appropriate spaces, and cans of paint are stacked in an out-of-the-way corner. The paint brushes Raven had given her for her birthday are arranged just so on the table.

She grins, waiting impatiently for the other two to arrive.

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"HELLOOOOOO!"

Comes the loud cry from the other room.

"AM I TOO LATE TO PARTAKE IN THE WONTON DESTRUCTION OF PEACE AND NORMALCY?! HELLOOOOOOO."

"NEVER!"

Red ponytail flying behind her like a kite string, Alanna sprints back into the living room and pounces Mike, squeezing him about the waist.

Someone has an overabundance of energy as of late.

"Ooof" says the ex-turtle as he is soundly pounced. Without so much as any other sort of greeting, he grabs Alanna about the waist and picks her up.

"HELLO? IS THERE ANYONE HERE? THERE'S THIS EXTRA GRAVITY FIELD THINGY IN THE LIVING ROOM! SOMEONE MIGHT WANT TO COME AND TAKE CARE OF THAT. HELLOOOOO."

Laughing, Alanna squirms like a puppy.

"It's just me!" she exclaims, her expression both proud and amused. "Unless you awaken the dragons, naturally."

It almost sounds like code.

Mike stops. Fun times are always had when playing, You're there but I'm going to pretend I don't see you, but she just said a very MAGIC word.

"Dragons? Awaken the Dragons? Are there penguin eggs?"

"Great Mother, I hope not. Adam would murder me."

Holding up a finger, she breaks loose with a smile and beats a hasty retreat to the bedroom. The two remaining babies are asleep, so Alanna lets them be and returns with Puff cradled in her arms.

The green dragon examines Mike with bright yellow eyes. There's something special about this Human. Something special, and a general sense that he wouldn't mind existing without undergarments.

Puff flicks her forked tongue and purrs.

Trrrade the Pale Tall One for Him.

"OH MY GOD, she's the cutest thing I've ever seen!"

How does he know she's a she? It's a latent reptile thing that is far too technical to explain here. Yes. That's it. Too technical. Moving on....

"Heee she's purring. Wait...is she supposed to purr? Dragons purr?"

"It might be best not to let Stampy hear you say that," Alanna replies. "I'm not sure. Perhaps there is a word for the sound that is more suitable for dragons."

Puff continues to regard him, and since she hasn't incinerated anything yet, Alanna hands her over.

"I think she likes you."

Mike takes the hand off, allowing Puff to get comfortable how ever she deems fit. If she wants to sit on his head, she's more than welcome to. Over the shoulder drape? Good for him too. When it comes to kids and animals, Mike's rather accomodating.

"Oh Stampy's got nothing to worry about. She's stunning beyond the abilities of English, and she knows it. Between you and me I think she's been spending too much time with Lilly."

He gives Puff's scales a scritch.

"Hmmm. Something more majestic than purr. Um...drone? No that sounds too boring, and you Love are anything but. What about...whir? I mean, it has the same number of syllables."

Majestic? Anything but boring?

Puff gives Alanna a Meaningful Look and curls up in the ex-turtle's arms, repeating the noise in question.

"Whir, it is." Smiling, she glances towards the door. "Raven should be here soon, and then we can get started. I've got a whole stack of paint cans in the other room."

It appears that they will have a dragon helper. Codename: Fire Breath.

And in the other room there is a very loud crash.

The kind of crash one might expect if a stack of paint cans had fallen over.

Oops.

"I didn't do it!"

Mike says automatically. What? He's the youngest of four....

Eyes wide, Alanna pats Puff on the head and stalks towards the spare room.

It's not that she minds spilled paint. It's just that she hopes it doesn't dry out before they have a chance to transfer it to the walls by any means possible.

Footprints might be interesting.

Thankfully, the lids remain intact. She looks up with a grin.

"Hullo! It helps if you open them first."

Raven wrinkles his nose, picking up one of the cans.

"It requires the poking of holes?"

Possibly Raven imagines the opening of paint cans to be much like tapping a keg.

No one knows why.

Mike follows slowly, as befitting his newly appointed dragon cortier status.

"All bow down before her Majesty...um...psst. Alanna...what's her name?"

"Puff!"

Alanna looks proud. Oddly enough, she had nothing to do with the name.

She bows as if greeting visiting royalty and races back into the other room for the brushes.

Calling over her shoulder, "I don't think you need to poke holes in them, but I might be wrong."

"The presence of majesties requires tiaras?"

Raven sounds a little bewildered.

And this is, of course, the moment he manages to open the paint can.

It's a very pretty bright green.

And it doesn't look so bad splattered on his face.

Mike's head whips around to the door Alanna just left from.

"Tiaras? There's going to be tiaras? Sweet! Did you hear that Lady Puff of the Infinitely Powerful? We're going to get sparkley!"

He turns back towards Raven.

"I've never had a tiara...before. That's a good color on you."

If Mike wants a tiara, then he shall have one. Alanna smiles to herself, taking an extra few minutes to locate the tiara Lilly gave Adam.

It's very sparkly.

As soon as she returns, she places the tiara on Mike's head and slides a paintbrush into his hands.

"So, Sir Michelangelo of the Suitably Sparkly, do you have any natural artistic talent?"

Out of the corner of her eye, she catches a patch of green and giggles.

It's possible she dips her finger in the paint and smears some on her own cheek. For solidarity.

She uses a paintbrush to smear Raven's.

Raven sneezes.

Paintbrushes tickle.

"I have to make my own tiara, perhaps?"

Is he sulking?

Nah.

He does, however, open a can of yellow paint and flick some at Alanna.

And Mikey.

Raven is not one to show favoritism.

Mike is too busy trying to look up at his own tiara that he can't defend against the yellow paint.

"Is it raining?"

He runs a finger through the new moisture.

"Oooh, yellow. I haven't been yellow before. Sweet, now I can take jaundice off my to-do list."

"I only have the one," Alanna gets out before being splashed with paint. She makes a face. "Where's the purple when I need it? I'm not sure green and yellow look good on violet-eyed redheads."

Puff shakes the yellow off of her foot and crawls up Mike's chest to drape across his shoulders.

Looook like me.

Humming, Alanna starts opening cans of paint at random. Once she finds the purple, she gets her paintbrush in the desired color and darts forward, painting a hurried clown face on Raven's shirt.

Raven just blinks at her.

"I do not think I look much like a wall."

Then he retaliates by scrawling a blue snake (or is it a worm?) on her shoulder.

Then he looks at Mike, considering.

Perhaps something with feathers?

Mike adopts a defensive stance.

"The dragon has a ninja, don't make her use him."

Of course he's smiling through the whole thing.

Wiping away tears of mirth, Alanna adds two purple eyes to the worm and turns to the wall before witnessing the outcome of this little standoff. She prefers to be surprised.

In the meantime, she begins painting.

Stick figures.

Is that Mike wearing a 'kiss the chef' apron and nothing else? Why, yes. Yes it is.