12-09-2018, 10:10 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 65%; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"]Jim wasn't really sure what to make of Aya. His first impressions of her were ... strange. Not bad, but he figured her kind of strange, but pretty, if nothing else. He isn't keen on judging immediately, though -- he's learned that lesson enough.
... It's just a shame he keeps on getting proven right. Jim stumbling upon the tortie was partly accident. Though, the blood also brought him over. The murder of that Tangler a few days ago had him on edge. He's thankful that it's just Aya, less thankful about what she was doing.
".. What're you doing?" Jim asks rather warily. The green blood gives him a burst of anxiety that he quickly beats with a metaphorical bat, but a few sparks of electricity burst from his pelt nonetheless. This is reasonable. He circles around the tortie somewhat warily. He has no idea what she could possibly be trying to achieve, here. This isn't what science should look like, so it probably .. wasn't. Hopefully wasn't.
... It's just a shame he keeps on getting proven right. Jim stumbling upon the tortie was partly accident. Though, the blood also brought him over. The murder of that Tangler a few days ago had him on edge. He's thankful that it's just Aya, less thankful about what she was doing.
".. What're you doing?" Jim asks rather warily. The green blood gives him a burst of anxiety that he quickly beats with a metaphorical bat, but a few sparks of electricity burst from his pelt nonetheless. This is reasonable. He circles around the tortie somewhat warily. He has no idea what she could possibly be trying to achieve, here. This isn't what science should look like, so it probably .. wasn't. Hopefully wasn't.
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