time to dance

gah - happy belated b-day eckerlilas! my excuse is that I'm in the happiest place on earth, but considering I actually posted a drive-by ON your b-day, well. I'm losing track of time down here? Hope you had a fab day! I'll be joining you in 31-dom next week!

I got nothing but Singer and a tree?

Lewis smiles up at him. Alex is pretty sure it’s an evil smile. “The tree kind of likes you,” she says.

“Oh, that’s great, way to be helpful,” Alex grouses. “If this turns into some sort of tentacle porn, I’m blaming you.”

“Relax, Alex.”

“You’re in the army, Lewis, but I’m not sure that actually qualifies you as a tree wrangler. Why does this always happen to me?”

Simmons says, “Okay. Anyone think to bring an ax?”

“Ow, ow, ribs cracking,” Alex yelps, because there’s suddenly a whole bunch of pressure trying to collapse his chest cavity, and he’s pretty sure the tree is going to eat him. Like some sort of demented land coral. It’s probably got millions of teeny tiny mouths that’ll eat through his skin and, “Fuck, fuck, I’m panicking here, will someone motherfucking shoot it already?”