Re: The Jasmine Dragon: OTA
Bass had his own little mini-petting zoo around the Dragon on a daily basis, the birds loved him. Well, him and his raisins, but it did seem to be something more than just the raisins as they had a special affinity for him. He was still clutching a tea pot in one arm and his painting with his other hand, confusion filled his eyes as she set to work on the monkey-birds. Why was she doing that? they were fine, a little noisy perhaps but... but there had to be a reason for it, so he did not argue. Were the monkey birds causing the quake? No, no that did not make sense either... Oh well, either way, it was apparently important that the birds get off of him.
"Quake," he echoed, sleepy eyes blinking again. Ok, yes, a quake made more sense than Cheng playing a practical joke. "Cheng--he's a friend, he's... he bends... he's a..." he trailed off as he heard a crash from his shop, brown eyes going wide and sad as he turned his attention back to the shop. "Ooooh.." he whined thinly, shoulders falling. "I hope that wasn't my ceremonial set..." He looked utterly distraught for a moment until a monkey-bird shouted loudly into his ear, starting him back to reality. "Is anyone hurt?" He suddenly asked, he seeming to actually wake up at last, looking around the city. "Who needs help?" He shouted loudly, still refusing to set the tea pot nor the painting down, so he was not going to be any help. He also failed to notice his robe falling half open, showing his full belly. So there he stood, half covered, bare footed, covered in monkey-birds as he looked around the streets. Bass had been many things in his time, a hero was not one of them.