James let out a soft, rather shaky breath. Blood running cold and the urge to just bolt out of the scene tampering with his senses. Its hard to think. Mainly because of the fact he's staring right at the face of Kong. Large pupils the size of cars staring right back at the pair of you two. One wrong move, on wrong breath, it can lead you both to be-..

"What are you doi-"

James let out a soft gasp, not daring to move an inch as he saw your hand reach out the large apes fricken. Face. Are you mad? Have you gone insane from being on this island for too long? Are you attempting to get your hand grasped into the beasts jaws and flung thousands of miles off into nowhere? You feel your fingertips graze against the ragged fur just above Kongs nose, your hand comparing to an ant against the beasts face. You aren't exactly trying to pull a main character moment, and as cheesy as it sounds, you suppose the king of skull island is rather misunderstood. Why would Packard want to..kill such beast. Sure, maybe Kong had killed half your men, but it was only because you bombed him first.

James fists slowly unclentch, the normally calm man staring with wide eyes filled with awe and perhaps a hint of fear. He breathes out. "Great god.."