Quaxo looked at the extended hand, and then at Doug's face, and then back at the hand. Suddenly he looked very nervous, ready to run away if he needed to. His nose twitched anxiously.
He wants you to shake his hand, Mistoffelees informed him soothingly. And the guy just happens to have an unfortunate name. He's not a dog in human form, kitten.
'Dogs shakes paws,' Quaxo thought back immediately, because this he knew to be true. 'It looks stupid, but they do.'
He's not a dog. He's a human. Besides, if this one was a dog he'd be one of those silly-looking poodles, and you could just scratch him on the nose to make him go away. He just wants to say hello. Indulge the human.
"Right," said Quaxo out loud and blinked at Doug, before carefully shaking his hand. "Dog... I mean Doug. That's what I mean. Um. A Prefect is this... person..." His voice trailed off just a little. Quaxo knew what a Prefect was, obviously. He was proud to be one, oh yes. He was going to be the best Prefect there ever was! He just had to figure out things like what his job meant, first of all. "It's this person that takes care of the people in his or her House and make sure they're comfy and trouble-free," he said finally, figuring that it was at least sounding good. "Every House has them."
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2007-03-13 11:19 pm (UTC)He wants you to shake his hand, Mistoffelees informed him soothingly. And the guy just happens to have an unfortunate name. He's not a dog in human form, kitten.
'Dogs shakes paws,' Quaxo thought back immediately, because this he knew to be true. 'It looks stupid, but they do.'
He's not a dog. He's a human. Besides, if this one was a dog he'd be one of those silly-looking poodles, and you could just scratch him on the nose to make him go away. He just wants to say hello. Indulge the human.
"Right," said Quaxo out loud and blinked at Doug, before carefully shaking his hand. "Dog... I mean Doug. That's what I mean. Um. A Prefect is this... person..." His voice trailed off just a little. Quaxo knew what a Prefect was, obviously. He was proud to be one, oh yes. He was going to be the best Prefect there ever was! He just had to figure out things like what his job meant, first of all. "It's this person that takes care of the people in his or her House and make sure they're comfy and trouble-free," he said finally, figuring that it was at least sounding good. "Every House has them."