JAMES
Sitting up slightly, his scrawny muscles working beneath sun tanned skin, the thief let his eyes wander up and down the sundress Phoebe had chosen to wear. Clearly deciding that she was the more appealing activity, he completed the sit-up (with a groan of course), and grinned her way. "Nah love, think I'll come with you if the offers' still good."
Rather than putting his pants back on, he reached for one of the dangling bits of silk that draped luxuriously from the top of his best. Giving it a good yank (and then gnawing on it a bit with his teeth until it tore), he tied one bolt of it around his waist, while the other was used to keep his curls from his face. Beaming at Phoebe, clearly pleased with his choice of attire, he stretched out his arm for her to take as if they were off to some grand ball.
It was then that he noticed the Sear cat. "Oy. A talkin' puss in a place like this? Bit on the nose dontya' think?"
Rather than putting his pants back on, he reached for one of the dangling bits of silk that draped luxuriously from the top of his best. Giving it a good yank (and then gnawing on it a bit with his teeth until it tore), he tied one bolt of it around his waist, while the other was used to keep his curls from his face. Beaming at Phoebe, clearly pleased with his choice of attire, he stretched out his arm for her to take as if they were off to some grand ball.
It was then that he noticed the Sear cat. "Oy. A talkin' puss in a place like this? Bit on the nose dontya' think?"
"HOLD THE FUCK UP" I say.
I'm the fuck up. Please hold me.
I'm the fuck up. Please hold me.
