your bright eyes are gonna kill me for sure
"Woulda thought your pretty ass'd be looooong gone by now."
Sorry, Jack, but there won't be a dazzling young maiden to see you off today. Instead he gets, well, you: grizzled and grayed and newly scarred and clutching a somewhat dismal bouquet consisting mostly of ferns and fronds with one or two early bloomers thrown in for effect. Look, the end of a week of darkness is not a great time for flowers, and the point is you did your best, showing up at all.
"Ya look like shit," you point out, coming to a stop beside him and extending the bouquet. The thing is topped in a shock of color that Jack will easily identify as Ki. Leaning against the railing of the dock, you raise a brow to yourbest friend reluctant work acquaintance. "Elo tell ya 'bout our gift?"
Sorry, Jack, but there won't be a dazzling young maiden to see you off today. Instead he gets, well, you: grizzled and grayed and newly scarred and clutching a somewhat dismal bouquet consisting mostly of ferns and fronds with one or two early bloomers thrown in for effect. Look, the end of a week of darkness is not a great time for flowers, and the point is you did your best, showing up at all.
"Ya look like shit," you point out, coming to a stop beside him and extending the bouquet. The thing is topped in a shock of color that Jack will easily identify as Ki. Leaning against the railing of the dock, you raise a brow to your
ZEPHYR
