JACK
”Anythin’ from the Arbiter spittin’ venom to bitin’ off your face to growin’ knives out of his arms. If you want the full array you’ll have to go an’ listen to them yourself.” Jack rolled his eyes, knowing Zeph likely just wanted to hear about himself (he would be guilty as charged in the same position). Hearing the story from the horse’s mouth - and it was a horse he trusted, at least - was reassuring though, and his eyes grew colder as all became clear.
”Stitched is good,” he murmured, leaning in a bit so he could properly examine the wound; Jack had people, obviously, but Zeph had been at this for even longer than he had. ”Gonna leave a nasty scar. Ladies will be crawlin’ all over you.”
”Stitched is good,” he murmured, leaning in a bit so he could properly examine the wound; Jack had people, obviously, but Zeph had been at this for even longer than he had. ”Gonna leave a nasty scar. Ladies will be crawlin’ all over you.”
