12-15-2018, 08:46 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 65%; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"]Oh, he hit Beck. Jim can't bring himself to not be gleeful about this. He may have been enticed to launch it at the guy's head instead of .. anywhere safer just by how fucking creepy the guy's words had been. The force had been unintentional -- Jim had been training, but he hadn't thus far been able to figure out how to control his strength very well. Even so, though, it's still just a game -- Jim just thinks it's really unfortunate he can't use a fuckin ... nerf gun or laser gun or something. Those had been fun. Ah, how he missed human hands.
"Fuck!" Jim squalls as the mudball hits his face. There's still a playful edge to his voice despite the curse, cause, okay, so he asked for this, but still, rude! He desperately shakes his head, feeling an ache at the hit zone. Rub his face against his shoulder to get the mud out of his eyes, and he's set, blinking burning eyes until they're clear. "Gee, thanks," Jim snorts, unoffended by the force, nor the pebble. Games with his crew tended to get somewhat violent anyways -- all that suppressed rage at Jim's occasional attitude, blah blah blah.
"Throwing mud," He tells Malaise conversationally, only to be betrayed by the mud that the feline throws at him a pause later. Jim's paws drop the mud he was forming, and he squawks once more. .. At least it didn't hurt this time. He wobbles to point at the white feline accusationally. "Hey, two against one isn't fair!" He says, his indignation spoiled by the dumb grin that spreads along his maw. So maybe this wouldn't be quite the same as games with his crew, but it was still fun, and, y'know, that's all that really matters.
So, with accusations done, Jim haphazardly scoops a pawful of mud to chuck at the angel. He tries for a softer throw, this time -- Jim was maybe a little too soft on what he percieved as smaller, weaker people, but to exclude the guy would be a shame. ... Now, real revenge. Jim eyes Beck for a moment. Then, still rather haphazardly, he gathers mud in his paws and takes a dive for the ghost. A poorly planned attempt at dumping mud over the unfortunate feline. .. Jim would probably end up with even more mud on his fur if he missed, but, you know, Jim was practically begging for this, anyways. Why would he start a mud ball fight without knowing the consequences? He wasn't that dumb. Or vain, despite what Uhura probably thought.
"Fuck!" Jim squalls as the mudball hits his face. There's still a playful edge to his voice despite the curse, cause, okay, so he asked for this, but still, rude! He desperately shakes his head, feeling an ache at the hit zone. Rub his face against his shoulder to get the mud out of his eyes, and he's set, blinking burning eyes until they're clear. "Gee, thanks," Jim snorts, unoffended by the force, nor the pebble. Games with his crew tended to get somewhat violent anyways -- all that suppressed rage at Jim's occasional attitude, blah blah blah.
"Throwing mud," He tells Malaise conversationally, only to be betrayed by the mud that the feline throws at him a pause later. Jim's paws drop the mud he was forming, and he squawks once more. .. At least it didn't hurt this time. He wobbles to point at the white feline accusationally. "Hey, two against one isn't fair!" He says, his indignation spoiled by the dumb grin that spreads along his maw. So maybe this wouldn't be quite the same as games with his crew, but it was still fun, and, y'know, that's all that really matters.
So, with accusations done, Jim haphazardly scoops a pawful of mud to chuck at the angel. He tries for a softer throw, this time -- Jim was maybe a little too soft on what he percieved as smaller, weaker people, but to exclude the guy would be a shame. ... Now, real revenge. Jim eyes Beck for a moment. Then, still rather haphazardly, he gathers mud in his paws and takes a dive for the ghost. A poorly planned attempt at dumping mud over the unfortunate feline. .. Jim would probably end up with even more mud on his fur if he missed, but, you know, Jim was practically begging for this, anyways. Why would he start a mud ball fight without knowing the consequences? He wasn't that dumb. Or vain, despite what Uhura probably thought.
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