[Peering up over the rim of Hachiken's journal comes the small, curious face of a baby raptor, fluffy brown head-feathers twitching slightly as her large eyes lock in on the human's. She isn't used to having parts of the ship locked off from her--Hachiken's room is no exception, particularly when there is a gap large enough in his door for her to squeeze through.]
[While this is probably alarming enough, what Hachiken might be more worried about is that the tiny dinosaur's human mother is close behind.]
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[While this is probably alarming enough, what Hachiken might be more worried about is that the tiny dinosaur's human mother is close behind.]