[Florian looks totally bewildered, and a bit uncomfortable. Tarvek laughs.]
No, he won't get that. But this?
[He chuckles and begins stamping his feet, rhythmically.]
Dance, Florian. Dance!
[The mimmoth's eyes light up with understanding, and he squeals and begins to "dance," stamping all four feet and flapping his ears. He's almost prancing.]
Good boy!
[Tarvek squats easily, and hugs the little goof.]
There. Did that do what you need?
[He lets go of his pet so that Ilsa can check the harness.]
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Date: 2012-02-14 08:16 pm (UTC)No, he won't get that. But this?
[He chuckles and begins stamping his feet, rhythmically.]
Dance, Florian. Dance!
[The mimmoth's eyes light up with understanding, and he squeals and begins to "dance," stamping all four feet and flapping his ears. He's almost prancing.]
Good boy!
[Tarvek squats easily, and hugs the little goof.]
There. Did that do what you need?
[He lets go of his pet so that Ilsa can check the harness.]