200 words :: Joe Flanigan/Jason Momoa :: 1/7/10 :: warning policy
Joe knows he's not graceful. He's not like those boys who slink cat-like across the room as if it's the most natural thing in the world.
( He's forty-three now, for fuck's sake. )
Notes: Written for telesilla's prompt of "RPF, Joe Flanigan/Jason Momoa, crawling" on random_fic_is_random.