i want to taste you again
What Torcher would give a fuck about a locked box after finding free booze? Jack thinks right back at Flora, though of course all the Doubletake will receive from him is an exaggerated raise of his eyebrows. Hunkering down - with said box, thank you - to pick properly through the rubble and ruin beneath his feet for anything worth drinking or keeping, outwardly his ears and magic are sharp for all that's being said - and all that isn't.
ToZahir the good captain gives a level look right in return, his gaze slipping towards aer as if sensing the weight of eyes upon his person; a silent what's it to you? before his attention is stolen (mostly, not entirely) by the much more flamboyant of the duo. Straightening, alas with little more than a broken bottle in his hands, Jack strolls his eyes up the length of Naseem's body, clad in sunshine and silk, and he scoffs a note of approval her way.
"My kind of people," he drawls, which could be as simple as stating that he enjoys their company, or as complex as admitting we're all criminals here, love. "It'll take more'n a bit of spitshine to put this place to rights. Let's rinse what we can from here, an' come back with a crew to rebuild."
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"My kind of people," he drawls, which could be as simple as stating that he enjoys their company, or as complex as admitting we're all criminals here, love. "It'll take more'n a bit of spitshine to put this place to rights. Let's rinse what we can from here, an' come back with a crew to rebuild."
like a secret or a sin
JACK
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
