Blackfoot Forest i'll be just fine pretending i'm not

Coming back here is… stupid. He ran away again; tucked tail, bolted, and decided to Ignore everything he ought to have faced. Yet, here he is. Maybe to face things, maybe to dance around the edge of it, again.

Snap! Alas, the blond doesn’t expect the rude interrupting when he’s trying to doze off. Light rain falls in the forest, and he’d taken cover in a small shelter hours ago. It barely fits the leggy boy.

Snap! Grumpy and groggy from lack of sleep, Jean-Pierre finally gives up. He gets out of the little shelter, and it doesn’t take him long to see Mr. Hothead snapping branches. Not a murder scene. Disappointing.

“Mhmm… you show them branches who’s boss,” he comments, jaws parting midway through with a yawn. Red eyes glaring at the offending bush killer and his victims.