JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
Jack wrinkles his nose, and if Edwyn wants to put it down to leftover nausea then that’s probably for the best, because he’s currently trying to peel mental taffy off his teeth and wondering if he really makes that great a character. ”Shit, you even sound sincere,” he grumbles, passing a hand across his forehead now and taking another few deep breaths to get centred. Squinting back out into the ocean, he gazes back only at the sound of both of their names.
”Jus’ Jack is fine,” he corrects. ”What’re you doin’ out here, Ed?” Two syllables are one too many for the smuggler’s current mood, evidently. ”You a ship watcher or somethin’?” This writer believes they’re likely the trainspotters of the beach. It’s an unsettling thought.
”Jus’ Jack is fine,” he corrects. ”What’re you doin’ out here, Ed?” Two syllables are one too many for the smuggler’s current mood, evidently. ”You a ship watcher or somethin’?” This writer believes they’re likely the trainspotters of the beach. It’s an unsettling thought.
are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
