JACK
"Careful where those thoughts go," Jack murmurs, smirking over another sip of his coffee. "I'm already in a good mood." Enough that a back alleyway or a bolt hole (or the wall around the side of The Last Word) might well be enough to test his own patience now that he's back in his right mind and feeling himself.
Snorting under his breath at the inevitable challenge she gives in response to his suggestions about Finch, that's largely what the Captain has come to expect too, and he shrugs in a way that suggests he's more than happy to let the thief be a test subject for the redhead's skills - whether or not he's a willing participant.
Glancing up as the server returns - a deal more wary in their thoughts this time, Jack notes, as if the passing few minutes have been enough for them to realise who sits at the booth - the Captain opts to play ignorant, his hand still loosely claiming The Ark's. He orders more coffee along with a breakfast skillet and some fresh fruit, besides whatever she'd like, and by the time the server is on their way his magic is already snagging on the inevitable name that surfaces in her thoughts: Flora.
His lip curls just a fraction, Jack glancing back out at the sea as if the Arclight is enough to temper against the less-wanted trouble their return will stir up. "Not long," he mutters. "This is her bar, an' rumours travel quick. A lot of the crew will already be spreadin' the word. Besides, you're a sight for sore eyes in Kaiholo for a lot of people."
Snorting under his breath at the inevitable challenge she gives in response to his suggestions about Finch, that's largely what the Captain has come to expect too, and he shrugs in a way that suggests he's more than happy to let the thief be a test subject for the redhead's skills - whether or not he's a willing participant.
Glancing up as the server returns - a deal more wary in their thoughts this time, Jack notes, as if the passing few minutes have been enough for them to realise who sits at the booth - the Captain opts to play ignorant, his hand still loosely claiming The Ark's. He orders more coffee along with a breakfast skillet and some fresh fruit, besides whatever she'd like, and by the time the server is on their way his magic is already snagging on the inevitable name that surfaces in her thoughts: Flora.
His lip curls just a fraction, Jack glancing back out at the sea as if the Arclight is enough to temper against the less-wanted trouble their return will stir up. "Not long," he mutters. "This is her bar, an' rumours travel quick. A lot of the crew will already be spreadin' the word. Besides, you're a sight for sore eyes in Kaiholo for a lot of people."
fight so dirty but you love so sweet
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
talk so pretty but your heart got teeth
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
