JACK
Neither a cat nor a dog person, but with a special dislike for felines (his companion says ha ha, pull the other one), Jack remains impassive in response to Sah's comment, though he does cast his eyes back towards the water. "They usually keep out at sea." Usually. There have been two on Torchline's shores in recent years, though, so that probably says something about how things are going in general.
Inclining his head as the other man's name falls officially from his lips, Jack's eyebrows do raise to hear that he's in the presence of a Halovian so far from home. "You're well south of where you should be," he says. "At Longheat, too? I thought you lived for the cold up there." Not that he'd know - he's barely seen the region but for the wildest edges of it. (So far, so unimpressed, he might add).
"Mm, born in Kaiholo," he confirms. "Well, enjoy your time here. Don't do anythin' I wouldn't." Shit to do, illegal stuff to bury, you know how it is.
Inclining his head as the other man's name falls officially from his lips, Jack's eyebrows do raise to hear that he's in the presence of a Halovian so far from home. "You're well south of where you should be," he says. "At Longheat, too? I thought you lived for the cold up there." Not that he'd know - he's barely seen the region but for the wildest edges of it. (So far, so unimpressed, he might add).
"Mm, born in Kaiholo," he confirms. "Well, enjoy your time here. Don't do anythin' I wouldn't." Shit to do, illegal stuff to bury, you know how it is.
you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous
and your hunger is cavernous
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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