JACK
"You're sayin' that these endless rows of seamstresses and boutiques ain't your idea of a good time?" Jack asks with dry disbelief, his smile audible even as he lifts his iced coffee to his lips as they start to meander through the Silk Houses once again, buffeted by a gentle breeze and in the comfortable shade of said shops. Of course he knows what she in fact means, and the squeeze of his fingers around her shoulder ought to say as much, the captian falling quiet so he might seek out literal like-minded folks who are native to the city to show them the way.
There's a place called Mother Molly's that gets a lot of attention," he drawls, casually enough not to show off that he'd stolen the information from the people around them. In the meantime, glancing sidelong into the window of a tattooist's, Jack lingers for a moment before strolling onward. "Though," he says in a lower voice, "you'd be surprised at the number of sex dungeons in the basements of these buildings."
There's a place called Mother Molly's that gets a lot of attention," he drawls, casually enough not to show off that he'd stolen the information from the people around them. In the meantime, glancing sidelong into the window of a tattooist's, Jack lingers for a moment before strolling onward. "Though," he says in a lower voice, "you'd be surprised at the number of sex dungeons in the basements of these buildings."
it's not your fault that you're always wrong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
