[Things Tig never would have expected to have to deal with ever in the history of...ever: an enraged walking corpse that looks hell-bent on having a fucking tantrum, right here, right now. Alright, so things on-board might have been a little more insane than he'd come to anticipate as usual, so they were trapped in an eight by ten cell in a goddamn bilge on a ship that by all rights shouldn't exist, but if she didn't stop...fuming over it things weren't gonna get much better.]
Fuck, woman, you keep at it you're gonna burn a hole in the floor and then we're both gonna be more screwed than we already are.
[He's lounged on the cot, legs extended in front of him, arms crossed under his head as he watches her. His lips quirk up in a smirk that lingers somewhere between amused and unsettled, his own nerves buzzing under his skin with the tension coming off her. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't hot, her storming around the cell like a vengeance-fuelled hellbitch from one of those trashy movies that are a good 50% tit and ass shots and poorly-executed BDSM scenes, but it wasn't doing much for his own levels of agitation at the moment.]
handwavey Barge CR?
Fuck, woman, you keep at it you're gonna burn a hole in the floor and then we're both gonna be more screwed than we already are.
[He's lounged on the cot, legs extended in front of him, arms crossed under his head as he watches her. His lips quirk up in a smirk that lingers somewhere between amused and unsettled, his own nerves buzzing under his skin with the tension coming off her. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't hot, her storming around the cell like a vengeance-fuelled hellbitch from one of those trashy movies that are a good 50% tit and ass shots and poorly-executed BDSM scenes, but it wasn't doing much for his own levels of agitation at the moment.]