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

JACK

"The alternative is no kissing," Jack points out, knowing all too well that the flavour of Flora's thoughts often run towards smoke and coffee in the morning, hence why he has no qualms in delivering. Giving her a pat on the butt for good measure as they go to get ready, he raises an eyebrow at her getting ready in the reflection of her mirror, as if to ask what she's looking at despite knowing all too well what the answer is.

"Oh, years ago now," he says of the curse, scrunching his nose at the memory and strolling at Flora's heels to head towards the scattering of trees where they'll be training. "Back when there was a Voice shrine here. Some spirit cursed me not to feel anythin', as if it was a punishment." Sure, it had gotten old in the end, but a criminal not feeling pain for a while? Nice.

Unsure that he particularly wants to be pummelled by Flora's now-I-know-how-to-throw-a-punch fists, but equally knowing it's all part of the qUeSt, the captain offers a reluctant nod. "Alright. I'll keep to magic, since you quite liked dodgin' that last time." And she had said not to pull punches.

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