[ it's the light in the not-so-distant distance that catches her attention first, too large and too consistent to be a lightning bug or anything else native to the swamps. a light, however, isn't alarming enough to put her on high alert, but it is very... curious.
and somewhat annoying, because lights in the dark typically come with people attached to them and josephine has never had a reputation for being particularly sociable, or hospitable, at that. still, a stranger in the dark is interesting if only for the potential for temporary entertainment. the swamp and its inhabitants can be difficult to navigate for those who don't know what to expect, and someone who butchers pop songs while wading through mud in the middle of the night seems like the perfect candidate for 'in too deep'.
so josephine watches, ankle deep in the water just a little ways down from jon, her hands cupped and full of dark mud ready to be deposited into a filthy, metal tin waiting just a couple feet away on the bank. her hands drip quietly, but the sound blends seamlessly with the rest of the noises natural to the swamps.
for a handful of seconds, josephine just watches him as the mud in her hands starts to creep between the gaps in her fingers, the corner of her mouth curling with a small smirk as she finally works out the tune he's attempting to hum, faint in the space between them, and when she speaks, her voice cuts through the dark. ]
The gators might eat you alive if you keep singing Taylor Swift, you know.
[ her tone is more amused than anything else, and lacking an accent. ]
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and somewhat annoying, because lights in the dark typically come with people attached to them and josephine has never had a reputation for being particularly sociable, or hospitable, at that. still, a stranger in the dark is interesting if only for the potential for temporary entertainment. the swamp and its inhabitants can be difficult to navigate for those who don't know what to expect, and someone who butchers pop songs while wading through mud in the middle of the night seems like the perfect candidate for 'in too deep'.
so josephine watches, ankle deep in the water just a little ways down from jon, her hands cupped and full of dark mud ready to be deposited into a filthy, metal tin waiting just a couple feet away on the bank. her hands drip quietly, but the sound blends seamlessly with the rest of the noises natural to the swamps.
for a handful of seconds, josephine just watches him as the mud in her hands starts to creep between the gaps in her fingers, the corner of her mouth curling with a small smirk as she finally works out the tune he's attempting to hum, faint in the space between them, and when she speaks, her voice cuts through the dark. ]
The gators might eat you alive if you keep singing Taylor Swift, you know.
[ her tone is more amused than anything else, and lacking an accent. ]