full speed ahead 'til I'm dead in the fast lane
Oh well wasn't this a lovely fuckton of hard work? Fuck you Saiden, and your fucking virtue signalling shit. And so on and so forth, was Jack's happy working song as he tied the rope about himself and attached the other end to the chimney of the house he'd climbed up. With the brush, he rid the rooftop - slowly, and likely undoing a lot of Saiden's work down below - of the ashy mess, wrinkling his nose.
And then a new series of thoughts interrupted his barrage of loathing, and he paused to listen intently to whatever the man Eloise had called for would do. And what his intentions were. And whether he was about to cause more trouble than he planned.
Jack tethers himself to the chimney of the house and starts sweeping down the roof, likely showering the street in fresh ash (sorry Saiden). Then he pauses to listen to the interaction between Eloise and the man.
And then a new series of thoughts interrupted his barrage of loathing, and he paused to listen intently to whatever the man Eloise had called for would do. And what his intentions were. And whether he was about to cause more trouble than he planned.
Jack tethers himself to the chimney of the house and starts sweeping down the roof, likely showering the street in fresh ash (sorry Saiden). Then he pauses to listen to the interaction between Eloise and the man.
