( If it helps improve Rita's standing with Eddie at all, she's been absolutely massacring birds off and on since the moment they started showing up. Every couple of hours she'll periodically launch herself at a low flier, snag it straight out of the air, and then start eating the fucking thing. She's already got a little bit of pudge in her belly from how much raw poultry she's put down, and she's going to be practically round by the time they land. She's helping trim the population down in, just, like, the most horrifying way ever.
But in the meantime, Jack posts up by Eddie on the opposite side of the turtle from his not-raccoon familiar, settling in and drawing back the firing mechanism on his not-gun. )
So, like- I'm usually pretty bad at understanding body language and expressions and context clues and stuff in people, but... are you okay, dude? You look a little...
( What's a nice word for unhinged to the point of twitchy paranoia? )
...stressed?
( He fires the nerf bolt almost absently, and with remarkable accuracy, it thwacks a seagull directly in the beak; the foam gets stuck on the hardened cartilage, and it veers off, its squawking muffled through the material. )
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But in the meantime, Jack posts up by Eddie on the opposite side of the turtle from his not-raccoon familiar, settling in and drawing back the firing mechanism on his not-gun. )
So, like- I'm usually pretty bad at understanding body language and expressions and context clues and stuff in people, but... are you okay, dude? You look a little...
( What's a nice word for unhinged to the point of twitchy paranoia? )
...stressed?
( He fires the nerf bolt almost absently, and with remarkable accuracy, it thwacks a seagull directly in the beak; the foam gets stuck on the hardened cartilage, and it veers off, its squawking muffled through the material. )