Having finished Twisting The Night Away, Jake moves on to You Send Me, crooning at the puppy for a while as he hacks off the smaller pieces of wood and whittles the branches he's collected down to logs that require actual chopping. This require more concentration, which means he stops paying attention to the dog, which means he misses when Cougar makes his appearance and engages in a staring contest with the puppy.
The heavy weight of Cougar's stare prickling between his shoulders is familiar to him, and barely even registers any more.
It's a nice day, breezy and warm, but all this chopping is starting to make sweat crop up along his skin, so Jake gives in and hauls off his shirt, wiping his face with it before tossing it to the side. There's something so freeing about working shirtless; if he had more privacy out here, he'd probably take off his pants, too. Jake is something of a closet nudist, or at the very least, an exhibitionist.
Cougar's voice startles him, but not badly enough that he does something stupid like hurt himself. "Huh?" He turns, wiping his forearm over his forehead, and grins. "Oh, he's mine! He was in a box on the porch with my name on it. Freaky, huh?"
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The heavy weight of Cougar's stare prickling between his shoulders is familiar to him, and barely even registers any more.
It's a nice day, breezy and warm, but all this chopping is starting to make sweat crop up along his skin, so Jake gives in and hauls off his shirt, wiping his face with it before tossing it to the side. There's something so freeing about working shirtless; if he had more privacy out here, he'd probably take off his pants, too. Jake is something of a closet nudist, or at the very least, an exhibitionist.
Cougar's voice startles him, but not badly enough that he does something stupid like hurt himself. "Huh?" He turns, wiping his forearm over his forehead, and grins. "Oh, he's mine! He was in a box on the porch with my name on it. Freaky, huh?"