Steel Tiger
One Thousand Club
Farah picked up the peanut butter jar and quickly twisted its lid off. “Thanks.” She said quietly as it mostly slipped out on its own from old habit and manners of course. She had a bit more of a plan rather than to eat the peanut butter straight up and out of the jar itself. Seems like there had not been any utensils to find or perhaps they were just neglected for the moment while searching around for more useful materials and items that may have been lying about. She placed the makeshift torch of sorts that she was carrying about earlier into the fire, partially so, one end was sticking out in case it was needed again.
After Dimitri had taken a cookie out of the jar Farah immediately moved to do so as well. Seeing Dimitri having trouble biting into the thing like it was a block of wood or rock her next attempt would simply to not eat the cookie but rather use it as a spoon for the peanut butter! Maybe more like a chip to dip into some other substance just without the normal eating of the chip it would seem. “Relax..? Guess that is an option if ‘you’re ‘ tired out.” She put an emphasis on referring to Dimitri, although not in a negative tone but more in a bold manner, it was dying down. Quickly taking in a deep breath afterwards, the option or idea of relaxing made her want to keep moving. On the other hand, she didn’t know how much longer she could stay up. The option to rest was faintly tempting but for the most part seemed more dangerous and needing to be avoided.
“Seemed like the common formula of things, yeah.” Her shoulders shrugged somewhat at the mentioning of classics. She gripped onto her shoulder and let out a small brief yawn, trying to hide it with her left hand. She let out a quiet chuckle at thought of shovel man or Dimitri being a princess. Perhaps because they weren’t stuck up enough. She couldn’t rest. Sitting down might help a little though. She sat down on the floor a space near the fire and keeping it to her back as the play went on and ended. “Encore! Or do another..” She tried to chant somewhat her left arm swinging in a slow and cheering manner as if to holler for a sports team or player. Her voice didn’t have the kind strength and authority vibe behind it as it had naturally emitted before.
After Dimitri had taken a cookie out of the jar Farah immediately moved to do so as well. Seeing Dimitri having trouble biting into the thing like it was a block of wood or rock her next attempt would simply to not eat the cookie but rather use it as a spoon for the peanut butter! Maybe more like a chip to dip into some other substance just without the normal eating of the chip it would seem. “Relax..? Guess that is an option if ‘you’re ‘ tired out.” She put an emphasis on referring to Dimitri, although not in a negative tone but more in a bold manner, it was dying down. Quickly taking in a deep breath afterwards, the option or idea of relaxing made her want to keep moving. On the other hand, she didn’t know how much longer she could stay up. The option to rest was faintly tempting but for the most part seemed more dangerous and needing to be avoided.
“Seemed like the common formula of things, yeah.” Her shoulders shrugged somewhat at the mentioning of classics. She gripped onto her shoulder and let out a small brief yawn, trying to hide it with her left hand. She let out a quiet chuckle at thought of shovel man or Dimitri being a princess. Perhaps because they weren’t stuck up enough. She couldn’t rest. Sitting down might help a little though. She sat down on the floor a space near the fire and keeping it to her back as the play went on and ended. “Encore! Or do another..” She tried to chant somewhat her left arm swinging in a slow and cheering manner as if to holler for a sports team or player. Her voice didn’t have the kind strength and authority vibe behind it as it had naturally emitted before.