full speed ahead 'til I'm dead in the fast lane
"Mm, maybe so," Jack murmurs, though of course he spends most of his time indulging, not that Flora is aware of that. Even so, if she continues moving from strength to strength (and if the training she's thinking about comes to fruition, he doesn't see why she wouldn't), then they're only going to have more to talk about. Once upon a time Jack might have seen a rivalry in the Doubletake that begged to be taken care of, but the world has changed since the war, and he's been forced to change with it.
Finishing his own cigarette and flicking the butt overboard, it's with a final, smoky exhale that he pins his gaze on Flora, both wanting to and knowing better than to ask who the fuck she thinks she's calling a scrawny idiot. What does he want, though? He considers her for a moment, a wolfish grin threatening on his lips, and he finally seems to decide to throw her a bone.
"Nothin'," he says with all the weight of an admission. "Anythin' I want, I already got. And any time that changes, it stays between me and the gods. You'd be wise to take the same approach."
Finishing his own cigarette and flicking the butt overboard, it's with a final, smoky exhale that he pins his gaze on Flora, both wanting to and knowing better than to ask who the fuck she thinks she's calling a scrawny idiot. What does he want, though? He considers her for a moment, a wolfish grin threatening on his lips, and he finally seems to decide to throw her a bone.
"Nothin'," he says with all the weight of an admission. "Anythin' I want, I already got. And any time that changes, it stays between me and the gods. You'd be wise to take the same approach."
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
