JACK
"Do us a favour then, love, and don't put your mind to it?" Jack drawls, reaching out to muss her hair now that she doesn't have the protection of her hat. Once even this would have been enough to have his hackles up, these hypothetical mutinies and the way Flora subconsciously tests and stretches the spheres of her influence, as if they might manifest at any moment into something real and problematic. Now, though, he can shrug them off breezily enough - when it comes from Flora, at least.
"Bold of you to assume I want to have more than one snowball fight," he says, raising an eyebrow and shoving his hands into his pockets as they head deeper into the Fangs. "One was enough for me." Casualties or no casualties, Jack following dutifully in the direction of the hotsprings since that seems to be where the Doubletake is headed.
Wrinkling his nose, very quickly the mageglass is seeming like more trouble than it's worth, especially given that there's already a ring of the stuff twinkling on one of his fingers. "At least we know where to go if we ever do want to upset ourselves figurin' out riddles all day."
"Bold of you to assume I want to have more than one snowball fight," he says, raising an eyebrow and shoving his hands into his pockets as they head deeper into the Fangs. "One was enough for me." Casualties or no casualties, Jack following dutifully in the direction of the hotsprings since that seems to be where the Doubletake is headed.
Wrinkling his nose, very quickly the mageglass is seeming like more trouble than it's worth, especially given that there's already a ring of the stuff twinkling on one of his fingers. "At least we know where to go if we ever do want to upset ourselves figurin' out riddles all day."
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
- Click for The Ark!
