JACK
”I might, if you ain’t answerin’,” Jack drawled, eyeing the chameleon as Ki changed colours, snorting softly and holding out the bouquet as if to ask if the flowers sufficed. Oh, but then Zeph was here! Jolly good. ”Condolences. Or a get well soon thing. It’s what people give to each other to make ‘em feel better.” Thrusting the bouquet at Zephyr’s chest, Jack raised his eyebrows.
”So there. You got your fuckin’ flowers. Now feel better, and tell me the fuck about this.” Taking the cigarette from his lips, he gestured vaguely at the other man’s face. ”You look like shit an’ you’re more sour’n a lemon. Who’s bullyin’ you, eh?”
”So there. You got your fuckin’ flowers. Now feel better, and tell me the fuck about this.” Taking the cigarette from his lips, he gestured vaguely at the other man’s face. ”You look like shit an’ you’re more sour’n a lemon. Who’s bullyin’ you, eh?”