JACK
Jack's fingers pause with his shirt half unbuttoned, and he might have argued further were it not for the fact that he knows well that Flora can literally become invisible at the twist of a ring. And so instead, he heaves a deep sigh and glances around for a small bench what he estimates to be about thirty feet away. "A'right," he says gruffly, turning to clamber back out of the fountain and plodding away to the seating area in his wet boots.
Once the Doubletake's thoughts are suitably muted by distance, Jack slouches onto the bench and pats his pockets for his cigarettes. "If you want one," he tells her, "you're gonna have to come and get it yourself." Sparking up and drawing in a deep, steadying lungful of smoke, Jack stretches back on the bench. "What kind of miscommunication?"
Once the Doubletake's thoughts are suitably muted by distance, Jack slouches onto the bench and pats his pockets for his cigarettes. "If you want one," he tells her, "you're gonna have to come and get it yourself." Sparking up and drawing in a deep, steadying lungful of smoke, Jack stretches back on the bench. "What kind of miscommunication?"
romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended
and recommended
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
