11-16-2018, 03:54 AM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 65%; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"]The fact that the animals here could talk wasn't even anywhere near the top of his 'weird things' list had to be .. kind of sad. He'd learned of this .. a few weeks ago. I mean, it was inevitable that he'd discover that they did, what with them speaking the same language. Even with this in mind, though, he was not expect anybody to be here, or even a voice. Jim wasn't any good at picking out scents, especially in the mud.
Jim can't help the agitated yip that makes its way from his throat at Axle's single question. He feels like a trapped animal, probably because he is. There's something distinctly different between his reactions to stuff here, and from when he was with his crew. Jim would, in fact, like to blame the fact he's a fucking dog, pretty please?
"What?" He snaps back after instinctively flashing his own teeth for only a moment, anxiety evident in his tone despite all attempts not to give. He gives his paw a few sharp tugs and sighs when it only tightens the grip. His tail thumps into the mud moodily. "Where the fuck am I," He groans, mostly to himself. All the while, he maintains a wary glower towards Axle, not quite trusting other. He was .. confused, to say the least. Which, Jim mantains, is perfectly reasonable because seriously, what the fuck was going on? It's not like he has context for any of this.
Jim can't help the agitated yip that makes its way from his throat at Axle's single question. He feels like a trapped animal, probably because he is. There's something distinctly different between his reactions to stuff here, and from when he was with his crew. Jim would, in fact, like to blame the fact he's a fucking dog, pretty please?
"What?" He snaps back after instinctively flashing his own teeth for only a moment, anxiety evident in his tone despite all attempts not to give. He gives his paw a few sharp tugs and sighs when it only tightens the grip. His tail thumps into the mud moodily. "Where the fuck am I," He groans, mostly to himself. All the while, he maintains a wary glower towards Axle, not quite trusting other. He was .. confused, to say the least. Which, Jim mantains, is perfectly reasonable because seriously, what the fuck was going on? It's not like he has context for any of this.
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