The Roof: Sunday night, well after dark

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

The Beast was crouched on the corner of the roof, looking out over Fandom.

Half hidden in the shadows and the night, he was brooding - dramatically - and also for some reason humming under his breath.

Two days, and his life had changed dramatically -- because of Samantha.

It was unexpected. It was inexplicable.

Without really noticing, his humming segued into song. (Because the power of Disney narrative can not be denied.)

She glanced this way, I thought I saw
And when we touched
She didn't shudder at my paw
No it can't be, I'll just ignore
But no one's ever looked at me that way before.

If he'd realised what he was singing, he'd likely be horrified.

[ooc: open, as roofs are, but you'll probably need to get his attention. Lyrics twisted slightly. ]

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[fates_jaye]

"Very nice," Jaye tells him, snapping another picture.

Oddly enough, she's weirdly comfortable with lions.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Simba struck a couple different poses for the girl with the camera. He just *loved* being the centre of attention. Hamlet was likely going to kill him for it next week.

[fates_jaye]

"Oh, yeah, work it, baby," Jaye laughs, still snapping pictures. Seriously, this is adorable. It might become her computer wallpaper.