[ They've checked enough of this floor, right? If something were going to eat them, it probably would've done it already?
(This is progress for Jim, in a way. Better mental health through makeouts!)
Jim wraps his arms around Zell's shoulders, holding on. It's a good thing, too, because a moment later he loses that cat like grace and sends it squeaking back a few inches. Jim tightens his grip on Zell's shoulders, but unless Zell thinks fast they're butting heads. ]
let me know if this needs to be changed \o/
(This is progress for Jim, in a way. Better mental health through makeouts!)
Jim wraps his arms around Zell's shoulders, holding on. It's a good thing, too, because a moment later he loses that cat like grace and sends it squeaking back a few inches. Jim tightens his grip on Zell's shoulders, but unless Zell thinks fast they're butting heads. ]