( after a few seconds of getting her bearings and realizing where she is, jinx throws her arms over her head in a stretch as a feline would, then slumping back down on the hammock. she peeks down from above in a yawn, watching her father. )
You're welcome. ( her gaze shift over to... wait, where did that little rascal of a monkey go? oh well. jinx can find it later. )
Gears keep sticking together on that thing. I think I need to apply more oil.
action; christmas day
You're welcome. ( her gaze shift over to... wait, where did that little rascal of a monkey go? oh well. jinx can find it later. )
Gears keep sticking together on that thing. I think I need to apply more oil.