Good Hunter
Hunter of beasts most foul.
Jacques was, more or less, best pleased with the reactions to his shirt. It was the very epitome of modern art - you felt something (amusement, disgust, whatever takes your fancy), without actually ever fully knowing what it was you were looking at. That outcome was good enough. "It's a bird of some description, at least." He said, raising a judgemental eyebrow at the lopsided fowl.
Upon recieving the instructions directed at the whole group, he began to roll up the shirt in a tight cylinder- a space saving packing technique he had picked up from his mother many years ago, probably at one sleepover or another. He paused in his packing to pay attention to Emma when she returned to their table, nodding in acknowledgement of their location.
Oak seemed a nicely thematic name for a camp cabin, he thought, wondering breifly if the interior decor was just as appropriately themed.
He hoisted his bag off of the floor and put it in his lap, lifting the flap and tucking it behind with a bit of faffing about with its placement. Jacques shoved the shirt tube inelegantly in his bag, on top of all his regular shirt tubes, then flipped the bag's flap closed. He lifted the strap over his head, tucking it under his headphones (that, in a passing moment, he thought he should probably put away) and rising from the table.
Upon recieving the instructions directed at the whole group, he began to roll up the shirt in a tight cylinder- a space saving packing technique he had picked up from his mother many years ago, probably at one sleepover or another. He paused in his packing to pay attention to Emma when she returned to their table, nodding in acknowledgement of their location.
Oak seemed a nicely thematic name for a camp cabin, he thought, wondering breifly if the interior decor was just as appropriately themed.
He hoisted his bag off of the floor and put it in his lap, lifting the flap and tucking it behind with a bit of faffing about with its placement. Jacques shoved the shirt tube inelegantly in his bag, on top of all his regular shirt tubes, then flipped the bag's flap closed. He lifted the strap over his head, tucking it under his headphones (that, in a passing moment, he thought he should probably put away) and rising from the table.