[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.))

Comments

[raavashing]

[Wan knelt down, tracing the big oval at the 'bottom' of the page.]

Is that a mouth? And that-

[He pointed to the dot to the side and above.]

-is that an eye?

[b2_dragon]

[At first, the dragon tenses as the man moves closer, but since he's not stepping on it, Toothless eases up. In fact, he's rather intrigued as Wan traces and points out the parts. He tilts his head this way and that as he watches, giving what might be a confirming grunt as the eye is pointed out, at least.]

[raavashing]

So that's an eye. Right.

[Wan traces the line above the "eye", then the curved line immediately above that.]

That looks like a hat. Am I right?

[b2_dragon]

[Tilting his head in the other direction, the dragon looks at Wan again. He's not sure what a hat is...]

[raavashing]

[Wan frowns, trying to figure out if Toothless was agreeing with him or telling him he was wrong. Or... something else.]

Hair maybe?

[b2_dragon]

[Toothless snorts, giving his head a shake.]

[raavashing]

No?

[Wan frowned, squatting down and scrunching his brows before scooting around the picture to look at it from a different angle.]

A smile maybe?

[b2_dragon]

[Smile? Like this? The dragon smiles gummily, and then he shakes his head again.]

[raavashing]

[Wan looked between Toothless and the drawing, between the drawing and Toothless, Toothless and the drawing...

then heaved a heavy sigh and slumped his shoulders.]

Sorry. I'm just not able to figure this out. Could you show me what you were trying to draw? Is it, or they, on the ship?

[b2_dragon]

[Another question, but this one's more difficult to work out. He rests his head over his foreclaws. Sorry sir, he doesn't know what you mean.]

[raavashing]

[Wan sat down, too, staring at Toothless from across the open journal pages.

He tilted his head to the side, making one last guess by pointing at the journal, then at Toothless.]

Is it a picture of you?

[b2_dragon]

[His head shifting to one side, the dragon looked down at the journal before he shook his head again. Don't be silly, that looks nothing like him!]

[raavashing]

[And sadly, with that, he must declare defeat.]

Sorry. I don't know what you're trying to draw. I'm sure it's great, though.

[b2_dragon]

[Oh well, thanks for playing! Toothless gets up and moves closer to Wan, nudging him.]

[raavashing]

[Wan very carefully stood up and walked around the journal so he didn't disturb the drawing as he made his way to a better position for petting Toothless.

...namely, Toothless's back.

Wan started by scratching that the ear-like flaps that wiggled and while he had Toothless distracted with that, he jumped on to the spot Hiccup usually sat in. He wasn't out to ride the dragon. He just really enjoyed being on Mula's back when he pet her and since she wasn't there and Toothless was... well, he did it without putting much thought into how Toothless might take it. But once he was up there, he was leaning forward, practically laying against the dragon's neck so both his hands could give those leathery fold at the back of Toothless' head a good skritching.]

[b2_dragon]

[The move is surprising, to say the least. The only reason why the dragon doesn't flat out panic is because Wan has been on him before.

Any concerns about him wanting to fly however are quickly dismissed as the man begins to pet him again. With a contented rumble, Toothless lowers himself onto his stomach as Wan scratches the back of his head and neck.]

[raavashing]

[Wan will remain there, giving Toothless a lot of love for as long as the dragon lets him. Or until Wan's stomach rumbles and he remembers he should eat something. Which ever came first.]