JACK
"Are you blamin' me for the entire plethora of medicine that Caido has managed to concoct?" Jack asks with a smirk. "Mine tastes plenty good, it just leaves you with a bad head or a dependency." He gestures to the liquor (and the dreamdust still lurking in the package), leaning against the edge of his desk to watch her take it like a trooper regardless. Some quiet flicker of pain comes and goes in his face at the mention of Torchline, and he shrugs a little too casually.
Luckily there's plenty of thought for him to mull over in her own mind, vast as the ship they stand upon and wild as the deeper waters. Scoffing, Jack raises his eyebrows. "A ship sailin' with no crew or anyone to captain her," he remarks. "An' you wanted Rae to just give you a cannon for an arm."
As she rises to remove her shirt Jack is there as if it's second nature. Because it is, ultimately, regardless of what form she happens to take; he helps to guide the blood-sticky fabric from her pale skin, takes over to unclasp her bra, works any ties loose or buckles free until she can stand comfortably in little more than her own skin.
"Yeah? I'll set it on the edge of the desk," he offers of the coin. "Just list sharp to the port side an' she'll tumble. For the record, though, you don't need to throw a glass of water over me to get my attention."
Luckily there's plenty of thought for him to mull over in her own mind, vast as the ship they stand upon and wild as the deeper waters. Scoffing, Jack raises his eyebrows. "A ship sailin' with no crew or anyone to captain her," he remarks. "An' you wanted Rae to just give you a cannon for an arm."
As she rises to remove her shirt Jack is there as if it's second nature. Because it is, ultimately, regardless of what form she happens to take; he helps to guide the blood-sticky fabric from her pale skin, takes over to unclasp her bra, works any ties loose or buckles free until she can stand comfortably in little more than her own skin.
"Yeah? I'll set it on the edge of the desk," he offers of the coin. "Just list sharp to the port side an' she'll tumble. For the record, though, you don't need to throw a glass of water over me to get my attention."
romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended
and recommended
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