ISKRA
Grunting and groaning a slew of curses and physical complaints, Iskra successfully wrestles Goose overboard the Firecracker and onto the ground of the Oerwoud. The feat is more exhausting than it has any right being, the entire ordeal unnecessarily hindered by the great flopping of the dog in his arms who would have horrible fomo if he were left behind and destructively pace the decks, but absolutely wanted no part of being manhandled. "You're a right pain in the ass, you know that?" he scowls over at the dog who has, at present, gotten extreme zoomies upon being granted full use of his body once more. The complaint doesn't last, broken apart by a sputtering as Iskra peels hair away from his mouth, smearing it against his coast sleeve to be fully rid of it. A smile soon replaces the grumbles, and a laugh shortly thereafter which is joined with a chorus of exuberant barking.
With his ass tucked and paws moving a lot but somehow staying more in place than normal, Goose hauls ass spectacularly in orbit of him as Iskra moves back beside Mel after the entire ordeal. The Honeybee claims him with a shape that is starting to become easy, her arm twining with his as urging them onward, and he has a good guess as to why once the spread of food comes into view. Making some noise in his throat that's a combination of giddiness and admiration, Iskra's eyes widen at the offerings of food in every manner of want a man could have, and some he could invent.
"I agree, we should find some ham," he says in response to her, a bit distracted at scoping out the goods, and he assumes her swiveling head is doing the same. At least, until what she said fully registers, his own response a half answer to it. "Wait, what? Why do you need Amhran?" The subconscious ham he mentioned. His gaze lifts briefly from her as he locks eyes with Sunjata, a hand lifted up in returned greeting to the Heartless before his focus settles back on Mel and her concerning lack of interest in ham.
Iskra had his bell made here [SE] going bell-istic
With his ass tucked and paws moving a lot but somehow staying more in place than normal, Goose hauls ass spectacularly in orbit of him as Iskra moves back beside Mel after the entire ordeal. The Honeybee claims him with a shape that is starting to become easy, her arm twining with his as urging them onward, and he has a good guess as to why once the spread of food comes into view. Making some noise in his throat that's a combination of giddiness and admiration, Iskra's eyes widen at the offerings of food in every manner of want a man could have, and some he could invent.
"I agree, we should find some ham," he says in response to her, a bit distracted at scoping out the goods, and he assumes her swiveling head is doing the same. At least, until what she said fully registers, his own response a half answer to it. "Wait, what? Why do you need Amhran?" The subconscious ham he mentioned. His gaze lifts briefly from her as he locks eyes with Sunjata, a hand lifted up in returned greeting to the Heartless before his focus settles back on Mel and her concerning lack of interest in ham.
Iskra had his bell made here [SE] going bell-istic
Never caught a feelin' this hard — harder than the liquor I pour
