it's not your fault that you're always wrong
Jack is quite content being left the fuck alone as the rest of the crew go about their lantern making. But then again the captain is never actually alone, is he? They talk, joke, apologise and ponder, and he takes it all in, even if his blue eyes are focused absently on the dancing flames of the bonfire. Whilst he's seemingly sitting out on the fun, however, Seven is a different story. The black ball of fluff is set down after getting her fill of the chilli, and is just settling to see what trouble she might get into with the lanterns when Fangorn comes her way.
The flailing vines, naturally, ignite the feline predator within her, and Seven is enthralled by them immediately. With eyes like saucers, she flattens to the sand, butt wiggling obnoxiously before she's pouncing after the vines. Batting at them and playing a very clumsy game of chase, it will be to the surprise of no one that soon enough sand is being sprayed everywhere. You're welcome.
The flailing vines, naturally, ignite the feline predator within her, and Seven is enthralled by them immediately. With eyes like saucers, she flattens to the sand, butt wiggling obnoxiously before she's pouncing after the vines. Batting at them and playing a very clumsy game of chase, it will be to the surprise of no one that soon enough sand is being sprayed everywhere. You're welcome.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
