09 [Action]
[Hans is sitting in his cabin, tapping his fingers on the stick Ark gave him and worrying about the noises from last night. The crow is sitting on his shoulder and every so often Hans reaches up and strokes its chest feathers absently. Suddenly he stiffens with an audible gasp, looking around blindly as he smells smoke on the air. While he's still looking around nervously, the sound of a fire crackling becomes audible, and Hans starts to panic. He curls into the corner of his chair, as far from the fast-approaching flames as he can push himself, and claps his hands over his ears, his feet scrabbling at the chair, shaking too much to be able to control himself. Tears are pouring down his face, reflected orange in the firelight, and he starts hyperventilating badly, gripping the stick so hard his knuckles go white. He's beyond the stage of fear where it's actually possible for him to scream, and even in the depths of his panic he's trying to muffle his gasping sobs.]
((Yeah, Axel got to Hans ><))
((Yeah, Axel got to Hans ><))