[Squiggles/Audio - Action for HazMat Crew]

[b2_dragon]

[It's....a big blob of seemingly random squiggles. Some of the lines go right off the page, and probably onto the deck itself. It's hard drawing in small scale, okay?

On the ship of the Hazardous Materials Crew, the dragon sits and looks rather proud of himself, even if he's probably badly mushed the tip of the writing utensil currently clamped between his teeth.]

Oooh no.

[While the voice is faint, it's still very distinct in tone. Hiccup gets to see all of this firsthand.]

Bud, what's this?

[Toothless snorts lightly, looking no less gleeful at his artwork. IS IT NOT BEAUTIFUL HICCUP. PRAISE HIM.]

((OOC: Majority of journal responses will come from Hiccup with intermittent dragon garbles.))

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[Action]

[b2_dragon]

[He'll give you that writing stick back if you want it. The tip of his tail flicks back and forth excitedly.]

[Action]

[summing_it_up]

Thank you.

[He pauses to make a slight face, shaking the now-wet charcoal stick off. Ew, dragon goobers.]

Looks like you were keeping yourself busy, huh?

[Action]

[b2_dragon]

[Toothless gurbles in response, wiggling his butt where he sits. So he's been a little restless, but what else is new. This is their last day on Isle Empieza before they set out again, and going back on the ship all the time has become something of a task, probably because the dragon wonders why they have to keep sailing all the time.]

[Action]

[summing_it_up]

[The Viking sighs, stepping up to give the Night Fury attention. Many petpats to be had here.]

I know. This isn't really your style. Unfortunately, this is what sailing life is. And I don't know what everyone else needs, but I'm pretty sure we got the basics covered so far.

[Action]

[b2_dragon]

[The dragon shifts so that he can nudge his head against Hiccup as the boy draws closer. Why sailings.... Why can't they fly mooooore~~~]

[Action]

[summing_it_up]

[Agh dragon nudges, need to keep balance on one foot. He pivots on his peg leg a bit, leaning as Toothless takes up his space.]

Hey, come on, bud. We'll be flying again soon, okay? I have to admit it does get boring standing around on a ship.

[Action]

[b2_dragon]

[He'll take that as a promise, then. The dragon leans against the boy to help him remain at least somewhat balanced.]

[Action]

[summing_it_up]

Oof.

[The lean becomes an improvised hug of sorts.]

Yeah, yeah, it's more fun in the air than being grounded. Right?

[Action]

[b2_dragon]

[The dragon gurfled, something of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. Did that really need to be said?]

[Action]

[summing_it_up]

[At the response, he laughs, massaging and scratching Toothless' scaly leather skin as he usually does. He then pats him gently on the nose, leaving his hand there for a moment as he looks back at the drawing across his journal and the deck.

...Yeah, he's still trying to figure out these lines.]