JACK
hellraiser
risk taker
risk taker
Giving Flora a gentle nudge with his hip for her trouble and opting for a no on letting her expand on that point, Jack hushes as asked and follows her over to the tent and the fortune teller. As he's introduced - not just by name, but as the man Flora is dating - he can't help but scoff out an affectionate laugh and reach for his cigarettes and matches. "We're not," he jokes, glancing at her hand in his pocket, "she's just a really shit pickpocket."
Lighting a cigarette and shaking the match out, Jack inhales deeply on the smoke and steps a little closer to the Doubletake once he's certain that there are no ongoing shenanigans - or at least none that can break through his telepathic block, anyway. "How does one become a fortune teller?" he wonders, also to be a shit.
Lighting a cigarette and shaking the match out, Jack inhales deeply on the smoke and steps a little closer to the Doubletake once he's certain that there are no ongoing shenanigans - or at least none that can break through his telepathic block, anyway. "How does one become a fortune teller?" he wonders, also to be a shit.
full speed ahead
'til i'm dead
'til i'm dead
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
