#raggaedy

His hands wander with no clear destination. She placates him with a soft smile. "I know, sweetie." Her hand curls around purple tweed. She'd told him not to eat the silver fairy berry soufflé. "You should sit."

stay here and wait for my signal .

“Signal? There wasn’t really one established-!” She stays as instructed, but she’s already seeing him taking off from where she keeps hidden behind the rather large dumpster, finding herself at least thankful it wasn’t one that, well. . .smelled horrid or anything.

                 ❛            look i get it , new guy , okay ? we're in deep shit here , i'm just trying to keep us afloat.            ❜              jake knew the moment he saw this man that he wasn't really a man. he smelled like stardust , like fire & ice mixed together , something that set his teeth on edge yet calmed him at the same time. no , he was alien , which was why he wasn't so quick to barking orders , demands , simply opting to eye him carefully down the flat bridge of his nose. he wished he knew what side he was on. a possible spy for the rda , sure , that crossed his mind , but honestly what a bizarre tactic.

jake's tail curled around his ankles before lashing again , lowering himself into a crouch to be more on this figure's level , arm & weight propped against his gun while his ears flattened to the sides of his head. who the hell was this guy ?                 ❛            besides , your uh .. box thing isn't exactly helping , it's messing with our scientist's readings on the area , which probably means the rda has noticed it , too.            ❜              what nutjob casually lands in a fucking warzone , on pandora of all places ?

nostrils flare sharply , & jake motions a hand toward the trees , where several different na'vi in warpaint peel away from the shadows to circle around their location. not entirely threatening , but not exactly friendly either. this alien & his ship had to be moved to a safer location , asap. jake's eyes tightened slightly , still unmoving , though slowly rising back to his full height while studying him.                 ❛            listen , we're too exposed here. if you need an exopack to breathe , norm's got spares. you got a name ?            ❜              

@raggaedy said: ❛ put these words down into your notebook , ❜

A sound of what might be offense came from the back of her throat - patting herself as if to prove a point that she had no notebook on her person. The TARDIS hadn't supplied her one when she took the clothes from the closet earlier in the night. And she wasn't using her diary for whatever it was he had come to mind.

"What, am I Steve from Blue's Clues to you now, always carrying a flip notebook and crayon?"

With a half smile replacing the annoyance, she slipped a thieving hand into one of the Doctor's pockets and scavenged around until fingers grasped a miniature notebook with a nibbled down pencil in the spiral.