#andy ic

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[Wipeout!] for hunter and andy?

Andy skittered forward as soon as the poor cheetah made contact with him and began tumbling, eyes widening in a flash.

Once he was out of harm’s way, he’d turn around and glare at Hunter through a pair of extremely squinted eyes for a good eleven seconds, clearly blaming him for having the gall to trip over him rather than even humour the idea of taking responsibility.

No sound came from his throat, nothing. He had a look that said it all - how dare you nearly fall on me after I walked directly in front of your feet with no regard for your wellbeing and especially my own.

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independence

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and here we have the average conversation between andy and alvar

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Halloween out of context

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Old wounds are best healed by young idiots.

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small children and buffets do not mix

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The unveiling of the Artisan world’s newest recreational facility would have Andy acting the way a kid should for once.

Doubling as a collective birthday present for all of the hatchlings, this little pool served as the solution to their fascination with tossing random junk into the ponds, ocean and other assorted waterways (or in the case of the Peace Keepers, the tar rivers).

It was deep enough that almost anything thrown in would make a big splash, but too shallow to be dangerous.

Even then, the dragons didn’t want to take chances with the tots; the perimeter was outlined and enchanted to raise a one-way force field at certain times of the day whenever adults weren’t nearby to prevent them from having unsupervised pool parties - and ensure they wouldn’t get trapped when it went up.

Mere minutes after it was declared open, Andy was among the group of baby dragons that set off on a scavenger hunt for splash-worthy junk, scrounging above and around tables.

Knives mattered not right now. The world needed splashing.