[As worn as he's starting to feel, with the excitement of the day waning, Hiccup can't bring himself to fall asleep. Emolga curled on his stomach, he shuffles through what few network entries had shown up since the sun had gone down. The pink of the text hurts a little, but it's nothing a little squinting can't fix.
...Well. Can't ignore a request like that, can he?
Hiccup keeps his voice soft, even if there's only one creature around him that'd he'd end up disturbing. It seemed appropriate, given the hour, at the very least.]
I know a lot of stories, but I don't know if I could pick a favorite. What kind of story would you like to hear?
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...Well. Can't ignore a request like that, can he?
Hiccup keeps his voice soft, even if there's only one creature around him that'd he'd end up disturbing. It seemed appropriate, given the hour, at the very least.]
I know a lot of stories, but I don't know if I could pick a favorite. What kind of story would you like to hear?