just a boy playing the suicide king

JACK

"Let's not get too wild, now," Jack quips idly, smirking between Colt (and Chocolate) and the well. "A mule at best. Maybe a flock of geese." Not that he'd consider either of those better than the cow horse she's currently riding. And not just riding, evidently; manoeuvring around on as if he's a fucking climbing frame.

Flightiness aside though, Jack quite enjoys the wandering of her thoughts and the curve of her body as she leans across the saddle horn, and if he's got any intention of letting her in on where she might know him from (and it'd be a guess, at that), it vanishes in the wake of her lazy half-smile. "A weird flower crown?" He tilts his head and pulls a face, before taking another draw on his cigarette. "Can't say I was so lucky. Why, did you?"

Apparently they both see something they like, if the way Jack steps a little closer has anything to say about it, though he scoffs out a cloud of smoke at her offer and shakes his head in a definite no. "No disrespect, but you couldn't pay me to get on that thing," he says, before gesturing at the endless blue above them. "My ride'll be passin' by soon enough, though she won't fit down that well - not that I'd wanna change her for anythin'."

fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!