[Training] i'll wipe the dirt off your name

JACK

"Guilty as charged," Jack says, smirking at her around the cigarette he places between his lips. "It was pretty charmin' though, wasn't it?" Drawing up one leg so he might rest his forearm across his knee, the captain grabs for his matchbook and strikes one, lighting the cigarette in a smooth motion where the first whorls of smoke are carried away on the sea breeze.

Naturally the captain's eyebrows raise at Flora's love of certain four letter words, and though the waggle of her spoon and the thoughts that lash behind it soon put his assumptions to rest, the sly expression on his face remains. "I thought your argument was for Bassian not to be the one writin' to you on the parchment?" he drawls; if she wants I miss yous and love poems (and various four letter words for the fish that swim in the shallows of the Arclight), Jack will happily arrange it.

As for the training, Jack nods easily enough, grabbing his coffee with a grumble of thanks and letting a pulse of cold emanate from his hand to cool it down. "Works for me. I just gotta wear that coat and get pummelled while wearin' it, so y'know. Think angry thoughts and throw rocks instead of daggers."

when I look at something, I see it for what it could be
when I look at something, I see how it ends

Code stolen from Queen Sky