know i'll stay beside that telephone line
“Yeah, yeah, somethin’ like that.” Caly sighs with a playful roll of her eyes. Her amusement is palpable, at least, even for someone who isn’t a mind reader, so it should do well enough to prove that Jack’s doing his fatherly duties. But when he calls her brother a know-it-all, the laughter that trickles out of her is warm and full of agreement, because damn right she was going to use it to her advantage.
She already has.
But then she’s looking at the compass tattoo as he holds out his arm, admiring it with a hum of appreciation. It wasn’t bad at all, as far as she was concerned, and a part of her wonders what kind of fancy tattoos she might be able to ask her mother for. All thoughts to ponder over later, though, because Jack’s moving toward the door and she’s got things to do, too. “Yeah, I’m comin’.” Turning back toward the shrine with an almost childish wave, Caly beams a smile over to her mother’s shrine. “Bye mom. Miss you!” And she trails after Jack out the door and down the steps, back into Torchline as a whole.
- FIN
She already has.
But then she’s looking at the compass tattoo as he holds out his arm, admiring it with a hum of appreciation. It wasn’t bad at all, as far as she was concerned, and a part of her wonders what kind of fancy tattoos she might be able to ask her mother for. All thoughts to ponder over later, though, because Jack’s moving toward the door and she’s got things to do, too. “Yeah, I’m comin’.” Turning back toward the shrine with an almost childish wave, Caly beams a smile over to her mother’s shrine. “Bye mom. Miss you!” And she trails after Jack out the door and down the steps, back into Torchline as a whole.
- FIN
Calypso
and tomorrow we might steal the sun from underneath our eyes
