it's not your fault that you're always wrong
"I'll stop treatin' you like one when you stop fuckin' actin' like one," Jack fires back, raking his hair back from his face and stepping out from behind the table just as Flora swipes away the bottle, which fuck you, he'd supplied that in the first place.
"You don't praise mice for lettin' cats play with them just enough not to die. Why would I praise you for this?" She doesn't get it, and gods if he weren't fresh off the heels of rummaging around in a void princess's head, he might be in a better state of mind to explain it.
Oh, but Flora isn't done, and Jack's eyes darken considerably at the needling of her thoughts and words both. "Right, yeah. You're welcome, by the way," he growls, turning to stalk out of the bar.
"You don't praise mice for lettin' cats play with them just enough not to die. Why would I praise you for this?" She doesn't get it, and gods if he weren't fresh off the heels of rummaging around in a void princess's head, he might be in a better state of mind to explain it.
Oh, but Flora isn't done, and Jack's eyes darken considerably at the needling of her thoughts and words both. "Right, yeah. You're welcome, by the way," he growls, turning to stalk out of the bar.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
