drunken pirates

Jimson Morris · 10-06-2012, 04:14 PM

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Jimson absolutely loved being in the water. Even on a somewhat cooler day like today, when the salty water might have been a little uncomfortable for someone with thinner fur, his thick, massive white coat kept him plenty warm. The water was also one of the very few places that the great dog could feel almost graceful; he was able to be buoyed up by the gentle waves, the water taking on most of his considerable weight. While he was by no means outright clumsy out of the water, on land it was often a challenge for him to move quietly or without breaking things.

Jimson smiled as the male took his hand and gave it a shake -- he had a good, firm handshake, and that always said something positive about a man -- that he had confidence, if nothing else, and confidence was half the formula to getting things done in this world. "You 's well, Mister Catori," he returned. As much as Jimson loved the water, it was a little awkward carrying on a conversation with the male while Jimson was in the water and the other was out, and so he hoisted himself out onto the dock a little ways away from Kable so as not to splash him. The Pyrenees refrained from shaking himself, but ran his hands along his limbs and torso, squeezing out what excess fluid he could before taking a seat next to the monochromatic male and dipping his own feet into the water. The dock was low and Jimson tall enough that his legs were submerged almost to his knees. He nodded at Kable's question. "Yeah, I just been here a couple weeks," he drawled. "Cour des Miracles's been verreh accommodatin'." He gave Catori a sidelong glance. "Y'know much 'bout fishin'?"

Table credit Raze.

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