JACK
"Let it never be said that you don't know me well," Jack says airily, through as they pass by a few of the displays, even the good captain's vanity can be piqued by what's on offer. "I'd at least expect you to provide a segue into it, anyway," he continues. You know, sleeping in, drinks over brunch and so on - the kind of vacation shit he's pulled out of other people's heads dozens of times.
Raising an eyebrow to hear about her brother and his potential 'job' at Molly's, given that Flora doesn't at all sound put out about the place even with a relative there, his footsteps continue in that general direction, though there's a lot to look at along the way. "Who says I expected you to get one?" He smirks, tilting his head down (and down) as if to admire the perfect bronze of her skin, not yet marked by any ink.
"Mm?" Saved by the sex dungeon, as it happens. "It's a pretty common kink. All about control and submission," he explains with another sip of his drink. "'Course you don't need an actual dungeon for that sort of thing."
Raising an eyebrow to hear about her brother and his potential 'job' at Molly's, given that Flora doesn't at all sound put out about the place even with a relative there, his footsteps continue in that general direction, though there's a lot to look at along the way. "Who says I expected you to get one?" He smirks, tilting his head down (and down) as if to admire the perfect bronze of her skin, not yet marked by any ink.
"Mm?" Saved by the sex dungeon, as it happens. "It's a pretty common kink. All about control and submission," he explains with another sip of his drink. "'Course you don't need an actual dungeon for that sort of thing."
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
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- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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