LOLd and dangerous once again

[goodform]

*anyone passing the captain's rooms cannot fail to hear a roar like an enraged tiger*

BRIMSTONE AND GALL!!!

*It seems Hook has chanced upon his shaving mirror, and is just slightly unhappy with what he can see there*

Comments

[vicioussweetie]

"Calm down!" That comes from somewhere still a ways away from his rooms, but it's unmistakably Ali. She's on her way! It just takes a little while longer these days.

[goodform]

*Calm down? Calm DOWN?!! With this travesty written for all to see on his face? He's practically hyperventillating in his fury, but can't seem to drag himself away from the mirror. Shock, probably. On the desk, Prometheus is cowering in his box, apparently already anticipating more hurling of breakables*

[vicioussweetie]

She doesn't say anything much when she arrives, choosing instead to wrap her arms around him and hug him. "Shhh. I'm here. Whatever's wrong, we'll fix it. It's okay now."

[goodform]

*He is quite unbending in her grip, grinding his teeth and breath hissing raggedly as her hug manages to turn him so he's not looking directly into the mirror anymore, at least*

Confound the thing, this is simply not to be bourne...

[goodform]

*And it really is as well that the incandescantly angry Hook cannot hear him. He might very well burst a vein or two if he could...*

[rent_and_torn]

There's an unceremonious thud on the door, as if the knocker can't be bothered with something as trivial as hands. The one at the door actually has her hands full with a huge stuffed animal- a pink giraffe, to be exact, for the sake of possibly offending or pissing off the owner of the door.

[goodform]

*Hook is simply far too angry to yell any assent for entry. He whirls to face the door as it swings open off the latch, eyes red, glowing letters stamped cheerfully just above his glowering brows*

[rent_and_torn]

When the door swings open, it reveals an extremely large pink giraffe with six legs and flanneled arms for wings. Two of its legs are wearing ratty sneakers. Katchoo strains to see over its back, claiming her limbs again. As with most things out of place, she doesn't immediately notice the stamp.

"What, you hate him already? You ain't even MET him yet."

[goodform]

*What the...pink...Hook's face, already ravaged with rage, contorts in confounded disbelief. It's really too much to cope with all at once, and the veins in his temples are throbbing dangerously. A growl rumbles in his throat*