[it's not quite like slinking around during a job. there's no cover of darkness to cloak him, no carefully crafted plan, hell, there's not even sara's gut instincts on how to go after the next problem that they need to solve. mick enjoys the challenge, and even though he has to think about it, his steps are careful and quiet.
he sneaks over to the grass, gives a nod toward malia and crouches down in wait. he mutters to himself as he continues to watch the doe's movements.]
no subject
he sneaks over to the grass, gives a nod toward malia and crouches down in wait. he mutters to himself as he continues to watch the doe's movements.]
Here's hoping.