⚝ GET THE PARTY STARTED — JIM

[arcy]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 65%; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"]Jim understood people's dislike of Tanglewood's territory in a bone-deep way. Seriously, fucking genuinely, he got stuck in mud the first time he was there. It was terrible. His fur got absolutely covered every time, too -- right up to the belly. Ugh. He'd fucking pay for the ability to tell Uhura that this was where he lived, now. Just to see the flicker of disgust, and then shock. He wasn't so vain to give up the kindness of the Tanglers just so he wouldn't get dirty.
"Who the hell says radical anymore?" Radical was basically nonexistent by the twenty-third century -- but it did exist in certain circles, just like how Bones still said 'blue blazes' sometimes. Of course, he expects it more here, but seriously, what the fuck. ... Despite this, it's mostly amusing to the wolfdog. A flicker of an amused grin as he approaches the trespasser. Lucky they're not in a trap. Or caught by an alligator. Which are part of the reason Jim patrols so frequently -- he worries more for the poor lost folks than anything else. The canine grins. "You lost or somethin'?" He asks, trying to gently prod the other with a muddy paw. Just on the leg, though. Raising his leg higher would .. probably lead to him falling over.
Whoops.

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