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“After your training sessions, most certainly, General,” Noemi smirked at her friend. “And it is called a joke. Come now, at your age, you should understand them quite well.”
Noemi frowned as she watched the interactions between the General and the dragon. “Dragons are instinctively psychic, my friend. Try non-verbal communication.”
General Sephiroth scowled once again. He glared at the dragon and tried Noemi’s suggestion. After some psychic communications, the dragon decided that the General’s orders weren’t in his best interests. He gave Sephiroth a rather obvious yawn and resumed his hungry squeaking sounds, the anger in his tone rising with his volume.
“It’s not working…” General Sephiroth folded his arms. “Now what?”
At that moment, there was a knock on the door. One of the servicemen had arrived with a platter of raw meats. The General opened the door and took the platter, immediately setting it on the floor.
The dragon stopped making it’s angry sounds and stared at the pile of meat. It was quiet for only a few moments before it started up all over again.
Noemi groaned at the general’s ineptitude. Storming over to the pile of meats, the captain grabbed the food before she made her way to the kitchen. Soon after, she yanked out a blender which she piled the meat into.
After a few short minutes, Noemi returned to the dragon with a puree of meat. She set the platter of meat down in front of the dragon.
“There, now eat and stop making that noise.”
The dragon watched Noemi’s actions with curiosity, squeaking loudly in her direction when she worked in the kitchen. When the platter was placed in front of him, he took a tentative bite of the mush in front of him before he shoved his head into it and began to wolf it down.
General Sephiroth grunted appreciatively. “Good. Now I can go back to sleep..”
Noemi grumbled as the general made his way back to the bed. “You wouldn’t be so tired if you hadn’t overindulged yourself in spirits last night. Do try not to do that again.”
The captain took a look over at her desk before she examined the General once more. After a moment of thought, she decided that she would rather relax and rest as well. So, she moved in to snuggle up against her old friend.
General Sephiroth was quite pleased when he felt the presence rest down beside him. He moved to face his partner and reached out to caress her arm. “Welcome to the lounging-bay, Captain.” He sleepily grinned at her.
The dragon finished eating from the meat platter and then it began to skitter around the floor, feeling nervous. It hid under the bed and curled up, chirping.
Noemi hummed with contentment. “Last I checked, this was my bedroom and quarters. Hence, it is no lounging bay. However, it is a nice and comfortable day off.”
The woman happily closed her eyes, intent on resting even though the dragon was making noise. For the time being, she ignored the skittering and chirping.
General Sephiroth’s grin began to fade. “Yes, your bedroom… your quarters.” He repeated the words, his tone soft and sad. “I don’t have a room of my own any longer…”
The dragon curled up on the floor after settling itself. The warm large bodies above quelled his fears, and instinct was telling him that he was safe.
“Hmm,” Noemi mused for a moment as she reached over to stroke the general’s hair. “No, you are wrong. This is our quarters. Not just mine. They might not be solely yours, but they do belong to you as well.”
General Sephiroth began to mumble as he drifted asleep. “Yes, ours… I don’t want to be left high and dry without a place or territory of my own. I didn’t work this hard to end up with nothing…”
Underneath the bed, the dragon had fallen asleep. He made gentle squeak sounds and curled up.
Noemi leaned in to whisper into the general’s ear as he drifted asleep, “You will always have me. No matter what, you will never have nothing, for you have me.”
The woman continued to stroke her old friend’s hair, even after he fell asleep. Eventually, the woman closed her own eyes and decided to fall asleep as well. Thus, she napped well into the afternoon. Once she woke up, she decided to make a sandwich, for she was hungry.
General Sephiroth grinned with contentment when Noemi made her statement. He slowly nodded his head, seeming pleased. He napped and drifted back off into a proper state of sleep some time later. When Noemi rose again, he didn’t really hear her and continued sleeping.
The dragon however, heard her perfectly well. He was quick to spring out from under the bed. He followed her into the kitchen and began to hungrily chirp, wanting her attention.
Noemi groaned as she heard the chirping at her feet. She narrowed her eyes down at the dragon, scowling in frustration.
“Aren’t your species meant to have slow metabolisms? I can hardly believe that you are hungry again already,” the captain grumbled out as she used the synthesizer to generate some meat which she set down for the dragon. “There, now leave me be.”
The woman took up her sandwich before she relocated to her desk so that she could once again write down notes in her personal logs.
The dragon stared down at the meat. It sniffed it for a brief moment, then nosed it aside and attempted to climb up furniture as he wished to get onto Noemi’s table. He made the same hungry squeak, upset. He wanted her attention, and he knew that the hunger squeak had worked so he was trying it again.
The woman stopped taking notes as she heard the dragon climb onto her desk. Growling in frustration, she shot the little creature a rather annoyed glare.
“I already gave you food, little one,” Noemi snarled out. “Now, get your paws off my desk, or I will throw you to the ground. Understand me?”
The dragon squeaked miserably and sat down by Noemi’s chair. After a brief moment it began to rub its back against the nearest chair leg, and began to telepathically communicate to the immediate area around that it was lonely.
Noemi grit her teeth, for the dragon was continuing to annoy her. This annoyance was preventing her from writing down in her journal. Overall, she was quite frustrated.
“Dragon, stop that. I am not your babysitter,” the captain snapped. “Go play with yourself in the mirror. I care not what you do, but don’t destroy my belongings.”
The dragon raised his head and looked up at Noemi sadly before he wandered away. He headed over to the bed once again and curled up on the floor nearby the sleeping General. After putting his head down, he stayed relatively still, though he was still telepathically communicating his loneliness.
Noemi huffed in aggitation, still quite annoyed that her writing time had been disturbed. Rather than return to writing, though, the woman moved to her bathroom so that she could start up a bath. She felt the distinct need to relax.
The dragon made a few pathetic squeaking sounds. The General was asleep and the other one was making the effort to ignore him. He quietened his demands and curled up as tightly as he could manage, finding small comfort in having his own tail coiled around himself.
Noemi sat at the edge of her jacuzzi as she filled it with steaming hot water. She always enjoyed having warm baths to soothe her skin. The heat especially felt good on her scaled patches.
As the tub reached half-way full, she looked into the bedroom. “Hrmph, stupidity..” Shaking her head, she walked over to the bed so that she could pick up the dragon. Once she returned to the bathroom, she set the hatchling down in the tub.
“Behave yourself,” the captain commanded.
The dragon reacted immediately to the warmth of the bathtub. Once set down into the warm water, he sat it and began to gently splash and groom himself. He dipped his head under the water and began to drink from the bathtub, also rinsing out his maw in the process. He flapped his immature wings and re-settled them on his back once again.
Once comfortable, content and warm, he began to make a very gentle quiet sound, almost like a low thrumming purr.
Noemi ignored the dragon as he played around with the water. She couldn’t care less what he thought or wanted with the water, she just wanted the little one to settle down.
So, she simply stripped down before she stepped into the tub as well. Once she was settled down and the water was completely filled, she reached over to turn on the jets. As the bubbles began to hit her skin, a grin spread on her lips. “Much better.”
The dragon settled once it was warm and clean. With no outstanding issues, it was happy and quiet. He tried his advances on the Captain once more and clicked softly at her and attempted to get her attention by poking at her with his left paw.
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