[OPEN] The Glass Spider Had Blue Eyes Almost Like A Human's

[northerndragon]

WHO? Jon Snow, Ghost, and... maybe you?
WHAT? Spider-time Training, Fish Exploration, Direwolf Meet and Greets, Birch Story Grind Sessions, etc.
WHEN? Backdated into late March and forward-dated up to the launch of the Jhashch Mission in mid-April.
ANYTHING ELSE? This network post. Also, everything is OTA whether or not I marked it OTA, unless it's very specifically marked closed.

[For those who haven't met him: Jon is of middling height, slender and well-muscled, with longish, curling black hair and warm dark eyes, sometimes lively and sometimes sad. He speaks with a broad and pronounced Northern accent, which in real-world terms sounds like an English accent from Yorkshire or thereabouts.]

Comments

[mylawn]

"That's not very encouraging."

Not a pet indicates that there's some lack of control here, and he imagines he's going to be feeling out this relationship

76's door is open, revealing the pile of 'gifts' on his bed--clothes, some equipment, a few bottles of what must be alcohol, and a very large rifle. He goes for the gun first, not out of an intent to be intimidating, but because it's the most important object he's been given, and his first thought is to make sure it hasn't been tampered with.

As such, it takes him a moment to realize that Jon is still standing in the hall.

"He just show up?"

Worrying!

guess who lost the notif!

[northerndragon]

Jon sees the gun, and his brows go up. He moves to step aside from the doorframe, to put a wall between him and the gun, then stops himself. He hasn't heard of people shooting each other on BASE, and he hasn't heard of anyone being a particular danger, and he recognizes his roommate, who has no reason to put a bullet in him.

"He did. Can't say I was sorry to see him, though. I raised him from a pup.

"That your rifle? It doesn't look like the ones at Gallipoli."

[mylawn]

76 doesn't raise it--instead, he seems to be engrossed in inspecting it, and if Jon was at all worried, the next thing he does is start to take it apart. The motion is practiced, and he doesn't even need to look at the gun while he does it, instead keeping his eyes on Ghost.

Not domesticated, maybe, but something like it. His shoulders relax a little.

"Yeah, this is from home."

Pieces of the rifle start to hit the bed. He'll take a closer look at them later, but for now making sure it's in order will be enough.

"Guess the brass likes me."