"Roar! Roooar! Roooaar!"
Sitting square on the ground beside the water, Adrian held the stuffed dragon high, moving it through the air and giggling as he set more and more "towns" on fire. In the small patch of sand his father had found for him, a series of small castles and other things had been sculpted by the man in question. Feliks, although he would claim he was doing it only for his son's enjoyment, was actually getting more out of it than perhaps even the child was. He had continued his sand sculpting long after Adrian was satisfied with what he had.
His small hand came down and flatted one of the tiny mounds that had been built up and he set the aptly named dragon - Roar - down on top of it, bounding his little stuffed feet into the ground and giggling. He didn't have a single concern for the said he was matting into his fur. Sand that one of his parents would later have to clean out of the flat.
"Fire! Roar! burn!" He announced with glee, giggling more until his speech fell back into baby babble that he didn't understand once more. So intent, was he, in fact on his playing that he didn't notice the blonde that approached his father, the sarcastic and snide comments that flipped between the two, or the other small child that the blonde girl had brought with her.
Sitting square on the ground beside the water, Adrian held the stuffed dragon high, moving it through the air and giggling as he set more and more "towns" on fire. In the small patch of sand his father had found for him, a series of small castles and other things had been sculpted by the man in question. Feliks, although he would claim he was doing it only for his son's enjoyment, was actually getting more out of it than perhaps even the child was. He had continued his sand sculpting long after Adrian was satisfied with what he had.
His small hand came down and flatted one of the tiny mounds that had been built up and he set the aptly named dragon - Roar - down on top of it, bounding his little stuffed feet into the ground and giggling. He didn't have a single concern for the said he was matting into his fur. Sand that one of his parents would later have to clean out of the flat.
"Fire! Roar! burn!" He announced with glee, giggling more until his speech fell back into baby babble that he didn't understand once more. So intent, was he, in fact on his playing that he didn't notice the blonde that approached his father, the sarcastic and snide comments that flipped between the two, or the other small child that the blonde girl had brought with her.
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