JACK
"He seems happier," Jack rumbles of Mateo, setting Flora's glass back down and leaning back a touch as if he can get out of range of her loud admonishments. "No? What would you call yourself?" he wonders, a catlike smile curling across his lips. It's safe to say that his business down in the Grotto has gone well, flecks of blood and all, because the captain is feeling quite tolerant of whatever drunken antics are guaranteed to come of his collecting Flora from the bar.
"Oh, I see," he says, raising a brow at the disjointed way her thoughts seem to thread together; not that he hasn't listened in on many a drunkard before, but it's different when he's actually willing - and trying - to have a conversation with one. "Who said I'm not a poet?" he wants to know (he's not, but he's keen to hear Flora's reasoning) as he turns them smoothly towards the door.
"C'mon, you can tell me everythin' on the way to the Skyport." Sloppy kiss and all.
"Oh, I see," he says, raising a brow at the disjointed way her thoughts seem to thread together; not that he hasn't listened in on many a drunkard before, but it's different when he's actually willing - and trying - to have a conversation with one. "Who said I'm not a poet?" he wants to know (he's not, but he's keen to hear Flora's reasoning) as he turns them smoothly towards the door.
"C'mon, you can tell me everythin' on the way to the Skyport." Sloppy kiss and all.
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
