Disney & Its Lessons of Love
Disney & Its Lessons of Love
Jane: /Jane has walked up to the base of the tree in which Tarzan lives before she realizes that her long green dress is somewhat....impractical for climbing. And then there's the basket she's holding. She'd told herself early that afternoon that she would just drop by for a little chat, clarify that she was completely unaffected by HQ's little leak, and then be on her merry little way. But somehow she'd spent much more time on her hair than was necessary, and chose to wear one of her favorite dresses. And then, as an afterthought, she threw some biscuits into a basket and headed out the door. Now she grimaced, her delicate, gloved hands tentatively grasping at the branches as she slowly made her way up the tree/ Tarzan? /When she's almost at the top she slips, and for a split second her hands claw at the tree's trunk, and then she begins to fall/ T-TARZAAAAN HEEELP!
Tarzan: /The HQ leak had been a surprise, that was for sure. This was the second time this had happened to him. As much as he still wasn't fluent in English, the text underneath had been rather unimportant compared to what the pictures had shown, anyway. After he had seen the HQ leak, he had left the treehouse for a while. Terk hadn't been there at the time, and it was probably better that way for the moment. For one, Tarzan wasn't even sure what he could say. So he had spent the day around the jungle to try and take his mind off things, but it hadn't entirely worked. How was he even supposed to take all of this? There had undoubtedly been something very, very familiar about Jane when he had first met her, but he hadn't expected this. It had been hours now, so he decided to head back to the treehouse, all the while trying to think of what he could even say about all of this. Just as he was reaching the treehouse, however, he heard a voice call out his name. Jane. Swinging the rest of the way on the vine, he managed to catch Jane around the waist, before swinging up a little higher and landing on the decking outside of the treehouse./ Jane should be careful. /There was a pause as he just looked at her, but he didn't know what to say./
“if I can teach a parrot to sing God Save the Queen, I can certainly teach this savage a thing or two”
Terk: Well if we knew how it happened it wouldn't be happenin' anymore, now would it? /Feeling what she assumes is his hand on her leg trying to move it, she lifts her leg in an attempt to aid him. It actually does help to untangle them a bit, and getting overly excited about the progress, Terk flips a little. However, this succeeds in twisting the hammock violently and sending her nearly dangling over the edge, her other leg still stuck under Tarzan's head and the other now in the air. About half of her is dangling off the hammock and in an attempt to keep herself from falling, she graps onto the closest thing - which happens to be between Tarzan's legs. But honestly, she could really care less where she's grabbing at the moment. She just knows she's about to fall headfirst onto the ground, especially with how the hammock keeps swinging back and forth now, and that's not exactly fun./ Whoaaaa ok, ok, get me up, get me up! This is NOT the way I like tah hang!
Tarzan: Even with a bigger hammock, we still manage it. /There had been a part of him about to suggest, or ask, why she hadn't just used the hammock for herself instead of tying it together with the one they had been sharing previously, but he didn't want to make it seem like he was complaining. Besides, it seemed right to sleep by each other like this. Before Terk had ended up moving in with him, sleeping along had always felt somewhat odd. Tarzan was at first pleased with himself for managing to untangle them a little, but then Terk somewhat overbalanced and ended up dangling off of the hammock, with the hammock swinging at the sudden movement. He couldn't help it, he let out a laugh./ I don't know, maybe I should just leave you there. /But with the motion of the hammock not slowing down as Terk tried to stop herself from falling, it was made difficult for Tarzan to help much, but he tried anyway...and failed. As he had attempted at pulling Terk back up, the hammock had swung too much back to the one side and they both tumbled to the floor, although luckily - for Terk - Tarzan had been the first to hit the floor./ ...Ow. Okay, that didn't go as planned.
Terk: /It's an ordinary morning in Tarzan's treehouse, with both of them sleeping in the same hammock. Or rather, the newly tied together hammocks, since Flynn had been kind enough to provide her with a hammock for her birthday. We'll get the disclaimer out of the way now and put it out there that the hammock has not been used for the intentions Flynn gave it to her for, thank you very much. It has simply been used to allow them more space when sleeping. However, that also seemed to give them more room to get tangled up by morning. When Terk awoke this particular morning, she found herself upside down, using Tarzan's lower abdomen as a pillow, one leg wrapped around his neck while the other was tangled somewhere around his arm, and somehow her arms were intricately entwined with his legs. She'd never know how they managed to get so tangled while sleeping, but it always seemed to happen without fail. Which meant either they both woke up at the same time and got out of the hammock, or they resorted to waking each other up./ Tarzzaaannn, I can't move. /Luckily her foot was in a position to actually move a little, and she knocked it against the side of his head, hoping that would wake him up since trying to see if he was awake proved a little difficult right now./
Tarzan: /Tarzan hadn't rejected the idea of Terk continuing to stay with him even after the storm had passed by. In fact, it hadn't really been brought up at all - it was just a given that she was staying there now, apparently, but he couldn't say that he minded the company her presence brought, especially since it was so familiar. It didn't strike him as strange at all that they were staying together, just like how it never struck either of them as strange that they slept beside one another in a shared hammock - well, now two hammocks tied together. Even with the extra space, it was possible for them to end up wound around each other by the time morning came, and in most cases, it could be more than a little awkward. Probably the only thing about the sleeping arrangement that was awkward, really, and he couldn't exactly place why. A nudge on the side of his head woke him, and Tarzan blinked for a moment before he realised that it was Terk's foot that had tapped him. Welp, tangled once more./ Uh... /Blinking again, he tried not to focus on the heat from Terk's body as he tried to figure out how to get them untangled./ How does this keep happening anyway? /Naturally, he speaks in gorilla to his friend as he glances down at her before attempting to move her leg from where it's around his neck./