#fauna.

Common jumping spider

moving with all the grace of a kitten trying to catch a fly buzzing around, ampel slammed his hand onto the papers on the ground in an attempt to keep them in place as the wind picked up around them. granted, he was sure they’d be able to get this done without the extra confusion of someone else telling them what to do, but zezra would probably have a fit if ampel lost the instructions. he was already all worked up over their current situation. ampel was mindful enough of that simply because he didn’t want to have to deal with a balding president.

a deep frown was etched into fauna’s expression as she watched ampel, already concerned over the fact that he had even grabbed the tent out. she leaned over to miami, grabbing at her sleeve with one hand and doing a subtle gesture over to ampel with the other. “what is he even doing?” the question wasn’t said with any judgement or malice toward ampel, only laced with curiosity and a touch of concern. “he can’t think we’re going to be here that long i mean... the car will be fine... someone will come fix it right?”