Aug 24, 2009 14:25
[the journal opens to the sound of a struggle]
-you give that back? I'm not chasing you all over the castle.
[there's the sound of claws on stone, and Wash sighs]
Okay, so maybe I am.
[the sound of fluttering is lost in the noise of Wash chasing his compy around his room. finally, and triumphantly....]
Ha! Got you now!
[and then there's a click and a flash of light, and a photo of Wash engaged in a tug-of-war with his compy over one of his Hawaiian shirts is transferred to the journal
What the....
[and then there's an "oomph!" and a thud, and another picture comes up, this one of Wash sprawled flat on his back, torn shirt in hand.]
hoban washburne