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[prankster_femme]

*Wingblade sits at the desk in Steadfast's quarters, materials spread all around her. Quietly, she works with a purple metal fabric, shaping and securing it. In the center of the long strip she sets a small metal plaque, etched with "Squirmy" in larger letters, and in smaller letters underneath, "Owned by Wingblade". Soon she's completed a collar,

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[lavender_wings]

Steadfast grins at the winglet. "'Owned by', huh?"

[prankster_femme]

*Wingblade grins mischeviously.* Well, no one else has claimed him, an' he seems to like me.

[lavender_wings]

"My understanding is that he belongs to this base, not to an individual," Steadfast gently corrects.

[prankster_femme]

*Wingblade looks a little crestfallen at that.* Can't I at least pretend? An' I doubt he'll keep the collar on for long...

[skitterfluff]

Squirmy has gotten in the habit of checking on the pastel blue Solid now and then--she almost always has a treat for him.

After a while, he pops out of the air vent and runs down Steadfast's intakes to Wingblade.

"Neek?" he says hopefully.

[prankster_femme]

Squirmy! *Wingblade grins hugely.* I've got some suprises for you. *She holds out the collar for him to sniff, reaching into her subspace pocket for a treat.*

[skitterfluff]

Squirmy sniffs obligingly at the collar and nibbles on it experimentally. His ears flick forward, his attention on whatever she's reaching for...

[prankster_femme]

*Wingblade grins and pulls out the treat, giving it to him before putting the collar around his neck, making sure it's not tight on him. She then picks him up, scritching behind his ear.* Mama! Take the image now! *huge grin*