#(drabela)

[rowsandrows-of-roses]

Bailamos --@ [Drabela Texts]

Isabela: Hola, Benjito! I have a random question for you. Do you have a second?

[plushie-neopet]

Drabela the ixi for @darigan-ixi. I think this is my first attempt at an ixi? I’m sorry the horns are asymmetrical... I had a hard time with them and didn’t register how wonky they were ‘til after I’d almost finished.... I like her face though.

Edit: Ended up mirroring the ok horn to fix it. It’s lazy, but it really does look better.

[dr-drckken]

Mi Casa es la Tuya || Drabela

@rowsandrows-of-roses

Spurred on both by the thought of having a better looking classroom and, more importantly, by the incessant need to prove Sarina wrong, Drakken had decided to actually take that Isabela girl’s invitation to come over to her family’s home.

Was there also some curious part of him that wanted to see where and how the family that he had been apart of in that dream lived? Yes. But he would never admit to it aloud. Inside he could argue with himself all he wanted, that it was in his nature to be curious about this sort of thing as a scientist! That variables and differences in nature vs nurture were fascinating, so of course he wanted to know how they differed to their dream counter parts.

There was also the part of him that just...wanted to know. That part that still had those nice memories that it looked on fondly, and that need to know if there was some possibility that he may fit in a way like he had in that dream.

He had down up on their door step, a good 15 minutes late since he’d gotten lost on the way, and gave a knock to the door. 

[dr-drckken]

Extreme Makeover: Classroom Edition || Drabela

@rowsandrows-of-roses

The school year was starting up again and Drakken could not have been more upset about it. It had already been almost 2 years since he had been here and that was 2 years less than he had wanted! Not to mention his favorite student was gone and the other ones from FROG weren’t going to be there either so he was going to be stuck with newer, more annoying brats than before.

He was sulking down the hallway, on his way to his classroom to get started on figuring out what supplies he was going to be working with, when he spotted someone else. At first he had every intention of ignoring her and hoping she wasn’t going to talk to him.

Then he noticed the stuff in her arms and slowed down as they passed by one another, going opposite directions. Drakken processed what he had seen, stopped, turned, and started to follow after her.

“Hey!” he yelled. “Where are you going with all that?”