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

Wow, feisty, too.

Jean-Pierre doesn’t have much of a backbone, but when he’s been trying to sleep for hours, he’s rightfully a little stupid. Head lifts, and he dares to puff his chest out a bit; ‘Bring it.’

Of course, bush killer ends up taking him by surprise. Mr. Hothead—emphasis on hot, I guess—snaps back in away Jean-Pierre doesn’t quite expect. His eyebrows lift momentarily, before they ease down and a smirk curves across his lips.

“Takes more than that to get me off,” the small blond bites back, and continues to glare.