Big Top Bounce Campfire, Thursday Morning

[nomoresportscars]

Jackson was getting pretty ready to move out of the campgrounds. Actually, he'd been pretty ready to move out from the moment he'd first seen the bouncy castles, and that had been before he'd found out that he'd be waking up every damn night to find Stiles drooling on his shoulder after rolling across the castle to where he was. So if the girls in the castle had been woken up by his bark of "GET OFF ME, STILINSKI" several times in the past week and a half, well, Jackson was ––

... Well, no, Jackson wasn't sorry. If he was suffering, so should everyone else.

But apart from the continued inconvenience of living inside a children's play area, Jackson was actually in an okay mood. With the kanima business him, he was feeling pretty good about himself. Strong and powerful, even. Werewolf now, and not someone else's plaything. Things were looking up. (And he was yet to realize what day the day after tomorrow was, and consequently, what day tomorrow was.) All in all, this meant that while he was sitting outside by the unlit firepit, eating a cold Pop Tart for breakfast, it might actually not be a hugely bad time to approach him.

By Jackson's standards, anyway.

[OOC: Open!]

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[failsatspirit]

Well, Naga certainly thought he smelt better now than a few weeks ago, but a bad smell would hardly have stopped her begging for pats. Her tail thumped against the ground.

Naturally, that was when Korra came around the bouncy castle after realising Naga wasn't hanging around hers, and boy was she glad for the existence of camera phones right now.

[nomoresportscars]

Well, it wouldn't kill him. His eyes were going to cause some killer lensflare if she caught them in her photos, though.

But he didn't look up, or even pull his hand away from what it was doing. Didn't need that to know what was happening. "Don't play paparazzi, Korra."

[failsatspirit]

"But you two are so adorable like that," she said, pausing the recording. "Besides, who would I sell these too?" Korra was glad they didn't have paparazzi back in Republic City, one media ambush was enough for a lifetime, thanks.

Naga was just going to stay riiiiiiiight where she was, thanks.

[nomoresportscars]

Jackson glanced at her. A pretty dry look from a man petting a polar bear dog, but whatever.

"My adoring fans back, missing me in Beacon Hills."

[failsatspirit]

"I'm not sure there's enough of them to be worth the effort."

Harsh, Korra.

[nomoresportscars]

Jackson rolled his eyes and straightened up after giving Naga one last rub. That was quite enough proving he wasn't entirely a horrible person for one day.

"Well, all the better for the failure of your paparazzi attempts."

[failsatspirit]

"Hey, there's always the squirrels," Korra argued. "They'll probably appreciate someone doing their job for them."

[nomoresportscars]

"'Man pets dog'," Jackson drawled. "Riveting journalism."

Jackson. Jackson, sometimes the squirrels reported people waking up.