![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
[The 'gear has a strange angled shot of Carol's back that seems to indicate a rather small camera man (or electric flying squirrel). Carol's hands are on her hips]
Mar-Vell, come on, I don't want to put you back in your ball.
[The 'gear bounces a little as the shot moves to take in Carol's side. In front of her, blocking the door, is her Dragonair who only coos in response to his trainers words.]
I'm fine, I promise. Now let me out, I have to go warm up.
[Mar-Vell just coos again, refusing to move. Even through the less than quality picture it is easy to see that Carol does not look fine. Her hair is pulled back from her face, revealing paler than usual skin already slick with sweat.]
Mar-Vell, come on, I don't want to put you back in your ball.
[The 'gear bounces a little as the shot moves to take in Carol's side. In front of her, blocking the door, is her Dragonair who only coos in response to his trainers words.]
I'm fine, I promise. Now let me out, I have to go warm up.
[Mar-Vell just coos again, refusing to move. Even through the less than quality picture it is easy to see that Carol does not look fine. Her hair is pulled back from her face, revealing paler than usual skin already slick with sweat.]