Re: 705
At least the monkey served to relax him as his confusion refused to leave him, apparently deciding to replace the imaginary parrot he never had on his shoulder. It made him grin and twitch his nose as though they shared a secret they weren't going to tell the little green witch. Somewhere inside Russell was really really hoping things were going well because Joanie was very nice and he was such a doof. A big clumsy doof.
Nodding at her affirmation that transformations were the only type of spell she seemed to know, Jim smiled a real genuine smile. "Well now that be something, ain't it?" He flinched a bit at the shrieking before attempting to relax again.
Russell eyed Joanie at her rambling and quick subject change. Normally he would have said something or at least inappropriately commented on her behavior which probably would have earned himself a slap at the very least and then groveling of intense proportions. Instead Jim allowed the distraction to take place, lifting his eyes to the colorful moving picture box. "A 'shitton' does sound alike to enough blunderbusses to blow a man down," he cheekily responded before sinking back into the couch, fingers still scritching the back of the monkey's neck.
Later, perhaps because of the pure adrenaline excitement of Karl Urban and the Rock firing high powered weapons or because of the worry over the implications of what their transformations might mean, it wasn't long before the two of them tuckered out and eventually fell asleep.