ELOISE
Eloise laughed at that, imagining a diapered-Jack running about as a toddler, barking orders, holding other children for ransom, all with a flask of rum tucked in the back of his diaper.
It wasn't that Jack's explanation was a poor one, only that it was tiresome constantly being told to hurry up and wait. Know all these things Eloise. Don't worry about things Eloise. Biting her tongue—he'd hear her thoughts anyways—Eloise just nodded.
Leaning against the bench, she listened to what Jack had to say, added her own sarcastic jabs when she felt it safe enough to do so, and continued to give off the impression that she was nothing more than one of Jack's fuck-buddies, here to hold his precious books.
~FIN
It wasn't that Jack's explanation was a poor one, only that it was tiresome constantly being told to hurry up and wait. Know all these things Eloise. Don't worry about things Eloise. Biting her tongue—he'd hear her thoughts anyways—Eloise just nodded.
Leaning against the bench, she listened to what Jack had to say, added her own sarcastic jabs when she felt it safe enough to do so, and continued to give off the impression that she was nothing more than one of Jack's fuck-buddies, here to hold his precious books.
~FIN
but hungry dogs are never loyal
