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Thomas’ lips twitched somewhat at young Blakeney’s indignation, and the stomping of his feet – admittedly thinking it the dawning of a bloody tantrum rather than the sheer insanity it truly was. The iguana ( which Thomas was fair sure was a friend of the doctor’s ) was a large enough creature that even he would be hesitant to wrestle with it, so to see the young, one armed middie launch himself to pin the beast against the wall admittedly left him speechless.
The lizard was twisting in an unhappy fashion with considerable force when Blakeney’s pleas jolted Thomas into action, hardly wishing to see the boy hurt ( or to have to be the one to explain to the captain how he had been wounded to begin with ) Darting over, he considered matters before him before deciding to do what he might have if the lizard were a dog. Animals were animals after all.
Leaning down, he set his arm underneath a cool belly and pressed his stomach against the rough spinal ridges, quietly hoping he was not about to cause damage to his uniform as he hauled back and lifted the fellow up. There was a great and mighty wriggling in protest, and Thomas stumbled back before reacting on instinct, treating the beast more like a cat and turning it to face himself. This proved potentially foolish when claws flashed so near his face he froze, but once the lizard had its front half over his shoulder, it seemed to calm considerably.
“Is there a reason we are harassing the doctor’s pet demon?” Thomas asked lightly, keeping a weather eye on the scales alongside his face and wincing slightly as he felt pinpricks of claws in his back and front – less for the pain, and more out of lament for his coat.
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