[Training] feelin' fantastic, i'm fuckin' fantastic

JACK

Getting over it will take time, Jack might have said, but he isn't going to tell Flora something she already knows, so it's with a brief nod to her that he sets off across the deck, his open shirt billowing out in the morning breeze, his eyes overbright with fatigue. Seven, at least, makes for more than adequate company, and once she gets over her initial haughtiness (and the playful roll that exposes her belly and invites chaos to any hand that tries to touch it) she appreciates the fuss, arguably, much more readily than Jack.

By the time the captain returns the feline is trying to tangle around her legs, mrrrrping up at the two fo them in greeting before promptly fleeing towards the main mast, tail high and hooked. "So you are a cat person," Jack says, a slanted smile on his face as he gestures for them to depart off the ship. "All's in order. Let's go - I figure we can drop by the Notice Board and the Court and go from there." To dig for information and then, presumably, to beat each other up.

you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me

Code stolen from Queen Sky