JACK
"You've never once arranged a stretcher for me," Jack protests, sweeping his wet hair back from his face - something made a lot easier by the fact that it's not as long or unruly. "That would've made things a lot easier." Hiding his own smile and instead focusing on the magic he uses to dry the rest of his body, soon enough it's only his hair left damp as he reaches out to accept his clothes back - when Flora's damn well ready, of course.
"Well, I've got shoes but no shirt," he remarks as he pulls his pants back on. "Not one anyone'd want to see me in, anyway." Not even Jack is willing to shrug back into the mud-caked garment, focusing instead on lacing his boots before straightening at last to button his pants. "Do I get service?" he wonders. But she makes an exception for him, and the captain takes that as a yes and gestures for her to lead the way - it's her bar and her guild, after all.
"I'd have invited you to talk in a few days," he says quietly as they begin to walk. "But since I'm not catatonic... it makes sense to do it now."
"Well, I've got shoes but no shirt," he remarks as he pulls his pants back on. "Not one anyone'd want to see me in, anyway." Not even Jack is willing to shrug back into the mud-caked garment, focusing instead on lacing his boots before straightening at last to button his pants. "Do I get service?" he wonders. But she makes an exception for him, and the captain takes that as a yes and gestures for her to lead the way - it's her bar and her guild, after all.
"I'd have invited you to talk in a few days," he says quietly as they begin to walk. "But since I'm not catatonic... it makes sense to do it now."
believer, believe it or not you'll know
when it ends and how it goes
when it ends and how it goes
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
