12-30-2018, 11:54 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 65%; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"]Brain damage, seriously? Jim blinks at Aya, tilts his head for a moment. "That explains a lot," He decides. Not cruelly, just .. an observation of some kind. He blinks. "Rocks, seriously?" What, a rockslide? Something else entirely? He just doesn't know. He shakes his head. Alright, Aya has brain damage, cool, cool.
Jim squints kind of suspiciously at his friend as he laughs. Jim genuinely did not get it -- to be fair, it didn't occur to him that he'd be talked about literally anywhere outside of Tanglewood. And it wasn't even from before, when he was picking fights and all that.
"I haven't even left this place since I got here!" Jim complains, but clearly can't find it in him to be annoyed. He wouldn't be even if it hadn't guided Bones here -- and he might just be a little smug, a little quirk there to his jaws. And, okay, the sudden phasing into indifference was kind of relatable. In all fairness, Tanglewood was a weird name, and a weird place. It was fuckin radioactive. Jim wasn't going to mention that, though, cause then he'd probably get yanked out of here by his tail. "Aya, I think the organ one is just for you. But yeah. Just listen to father Morgan and don't pick fights, you're good," He waves vaguely. I mean, that was basically the gist of it. A grand total of five rules -- all very vague and stuff he wouldn't do anyways. Except for picking a fight. But Jim actually liked these people. It was wonderful. There's that glimmer of delight at such a fact, just there -- that is quickly subtracted by the mudball to his face. He squawks.
"Hey!!" He shrieks again, well aware that he'd done the same thing a while ago and gotten a pebble to the face for it, but deciding to be hypocritical nonetheless. Now .. did Jim tackle him like he did Beck? .. Nah. He scoops up some more mud and swats it back to the other canine, pouting as much as a dog can pout.
Jim squints kind of suspiciously at his friend as he laughs. Jim genuinely did not get it -- to be fair, it didn't occur to him that he'd be talked about literally anywhere outside of Tanglewood. And it wasn't even from before, when he was picking fights and all that.
"I haven't even left this place since I got here!" Jim complains, but clearly can't find it in him to be annoyed. He wouldn't be even if it hadn't guided Bones here -- and he might just be a little smug, a little quirk there to his jaws. And, okay, the sudden phasing into indifference was kind of relatable. In all fairness, Tanglewood was a weird name, and a weird place. It was fuckin radioactive. Jim wasn't going to mention that, though, cause then he'd probably get yanked out of here by his tail. "Aya, I think the organ one is just for you. But yeah. Just listen to father Morgan and don't pick fights, you're good," He waves vaguely. I mean, that was basically the gist of it. A grand total of five rules -- all very vague and stuff he wouldn't do anyways. Except for picking a fight. But Jim actually liked these people. It was wonderful. There's that glimmer of delight at such a fact, just there -- that is quickly subtracted by the mudball to his face. He squawks.
"Hey!!" He shrieks again, well aware that he'd done the same thing a while ago and gotten a pebble to the face for it, but deciding to be hypocritical nonetheless. Now .. did Jim tackle him like he did Beck? .. Nah. He scoops up some more mud and swats it back to the other canine, pouting as much as a dog can pout.
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