your bright eyes are gonna kill me for sure
"If I was on time I'd be watin' on you 'til my hair turned gray," you shoot back languidly, turning to lean your forearms on the railing and stare out at the ark. His comment about you matching has you looking over flatly, your eyes raking unimpressed over the yellow bruises that will definitely heal. Meanwhile, your face is going to be cut through until you fucking die- but yeah. Totally the same.
His conference with Ki has you snorting, even though she definitely agrees with his assessment and makes it clear through your bond. She's always been rather pleased with Jack's ability to read her for whatever reason, and now she meets his gaze with her own beady, expressionless eye, trying to convey her absolute dismay at being left once again to keep you in line.
Ki leaps off the bouquet and onto the railing, making her way along the dock with as much swaggering bravado as any human while you raise a brow to Jack's sharp grin. "Undoubtedly," you agree, sounding rather unimpressed. "Don' worry- I'll babysit our new 'Biter an' his bloodsucker while yer off galavantin' 'round th' world." It's what you do: take care of shit while he's off on his adventures. And yes, the fact that you don't go along is based entirely off your own poor stomach for nautical adventures, but that's never stopped you from giving him shit before.
His conference with Ki has you snorting, even though she definitely agrees with his assessment and makes it clear through your bond. She's always been rather pleased with Jack's ability to read her for whatever reason, and now she meets his gaze with her own beady, expressionless eye, trying to convey her absolute dismay at being left once again to keep you in line.
Ki leaps off the bouquet and onto the railing, making her way along the dock with as much swaggering bravado as any human while you raise a brow to Jack's sharp grin. "Undoubtedly," you agree, sounding rather unimpressed. "Don' worry- I'll babysit our new 'Biter an' his bloodsucker while yer off galavantin' 'round th' world." It's what you do: take care of shit while he's off on his adventures. And yes, the fact that you don't go along is based entirely off your own poor stomach for nautical adventures, but that's never stopped you from giving him shit before.
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