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

JACK

"You take that back," Jack snaps playfully of becoming more fun, the captain gritting his teeth as his abdomen protests while he gets himself back to his feet, though at least he's been gentlemanly enough to retrieve his knife for Flora to throw again (or so he thinks). "Our blades?" he ventures in response to her thoughts with a wicked smirk, though of course as well as Jack can throw a knife, he's still nowhere near as comfortable with the feathered daggers as the Doubletake is, injury or no injury.

"A'right. Queens first," he says, gesturing for her to go ahead. Which Flora does, in her defence, though Jack is left blinking flatly into the empty space as she disappears and shwooshes her way across the space, only to thock the blade into the wall. "You know, I didn't even think you'd thrown it, you were so quick," he drawls, amusement dancing in his tired blue eyes.

Making sure she's next to him - and visible - before he throws another dagger, the captain aims it next to Flora's 'throw', before recalling both of them to his waiting, calloused fingertips. "On a scale of one to furious, how fucked off would you be if I got myself some of these?" he wants to know.

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