[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]

[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.]