JACK
"I'd expect you to do whatever it took to get the job done, depending on how much you wanted or needed it," Jack drawls, and if the smirk on his face is a little wicked, so be it. Welcome to your morally-grey boyfriend, Flora. "Granted, I draw the line at you doin' things you don't want to do." That might well give rise to the image Flora had thought about previously, of Jack deciding to make someone's day very bad indeed for touching his girl.
"Oh, obviously I want it tattooed on the length of my cock," he says - N O T A P I R A T E, he means, of course. By that point, though, his coffee is disappearing from his fingers and he resists the urge to slap it out of Flora's hands to make a point, instead merely snatching it back once she's had her taste.
Can you show me one? is what she asks, though, and despite the somewhat crooked smile on his lips, Jack inclines his head in a nod. "I imagine we can find a room like it at Molly's. Or you can wait until the next time we find ourselves at the House of Midnight."
"Oh, obviously I want it tattooed on the length of my cock," he says - N O T A P I R A T E, he means, of course. By that point, though, his coffee is disappearing from his fingers and he resists the urge to slap it out of Flora's hands to make a point, instead merely snatching it back once she's had her taste.
Can you show me one? is what she asks, though, and despite the somewhat crooked smile on his lips, Jack inclines his head in a nod. "I imagine we can find a room like it at Molly's. Or you can wait until the next time we find ourselves at the House of Midnight."
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!
