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[nagaxel]

[there's a naga curled in front of a couch in one of the busier areas of the dressing room. he's not sleeping; there's a large, mottled egg in front of him on the cushions, and he's staring at it intently. it's got a big crack running across it already, and after a few more moments, a little chunk of shell goes flying as whatever's inside starts trying to get out.]

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[nagaxel]

[ :| sighs a little and carefully removes a piece of shell from the flailing foot that just burst through it. looks back over towards the chair.]

I am not going to hurt you, child. You don't have to hide back there.

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[comes crawling around the other side of the chair cautiously, peeking around at you again]

Promise?

[nagaxel]

[nods, smiling a little.]

I will be honesst, I mossst likely would have at leassst tried to hurt you, in the passst. But I have changed, in thiss placsse. I only eat meat that iss already dead, now.

[aaaa wat is chilluns]

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[frowns as he listens, but takes that as a yes, coming out from behind the chair and coming closer to see what you're doing]

Did you lay an egg?

[nagaxel]

[turns back to the egg, pulling another piece of shell off.]

No, I wasss passsing by and it wasss ssitting here, and already sstarting to hatch.

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[comes right up to you to watch]

...how come you talk so funny?