JACK
To anyone looking (and there are a few, as both telepaths will be well aware) it might seem as though the two blue eyed boys at the table are about to throw-down; Jack doesn't break Vesper's gaze either, and the twist to his lips is too bitter to truly be called a smile. If he bites, though, it's not at the demigod before him. Jack's feelings have been chewing up his insides for long before the rain started, and another scar or two isn't going to make a difference now.
"Yeah, more fool me," he says instead, the words rough with his agreement, and he follows suit in knocking back the rest of his drink before it turns to ice in the glass.
Luckily, for however boring the Grounds seems to be, apparently there is something interesting enough to warm their conversation back up, and Jack cocks his head to the side and tries to contain the scoff that wants to leave his lips. "A Rage Room?" he repeats, sounding somehow as if he's managed to pronounce the capital letters the space has given itself. "Never heard of it, no. What's it meant to do, make you fucked off? 'Cause between us I don't reckon we need the encouragement."
"Yeah, more fool me," he says instead, the words rough with his agreement, and he follows suit in knocking back the rest of his drink before it turns to ice in the glass.
Luckily, for however boring the Grounds seems to be, apparently there is something interesting enough to warm their conversation back up, and Jack cocks his head to the side and tries to contain the scoff that wants to leave his lips. "A Rage Room?" he repeats, sounding somehow as if he's managed to pronounce the capital letters the space has given itself. "Never heard of it, no. What's it meant to do, make you fucked off? 'Cause between us I don't reckon we need the encouragement."
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
