JACK
The other man was down, groaning and curled in on himself, and Jack was still braced against his pretty ginger wall. A wall that told him to piss off, in no uncertain terms. He snorted out a laugh, letting her go and managing to right himself enough to brush the sand and dust from his clothes. "Why thank you," he said - though quite for what even he did not know. Then, gazing down, he noticed a small pumpkin with sharp little teeth and ferociously glowing eyes, and for a moment he was utterly convinced he was mad (again, for a bit).
"Now, do tell me if I'm seein' things, but is that thing down there real or what?" he wanted to know, absently kicking the man on the floor again as he continued to groan.
"Now, do tell me if I'm seein' things, but is that thing down there real or what?" he wanted to know, absently kicking the man on the floor again as he continued to groan.
