it's not your fault that you're always wrong
”Less wait and see and more of it’s a surprise,” Jack drawled, approaching the gangplank of the Ark and standing aside, as usual, for Eloise to go first. Less politeness and more paranoia, it was all but a habit by this point. ”Fine,” he relented, following after her. ”If you must know, I’m ropin’ our good friend the Arbiter in to take care of you all.”
Snorting at her remark, Jack moved on deck and seemed to relax, as was normally the case once he returned to the Ark. ”More fool him,” he said of Zeph. ”Though if he’s got time to flex his cock while you’re doin’ whatever you’re doin’ in the Fingers, I worry for him.”
Snorting at her remark, Jack moved on deck and seemed to relax, as was normally the case once he returned to the Ark. ”More fool him,” he said of Zeph. ”Though if he’s got time to flex his cock while you’re doin’ whatever you’re doin’ in the Fingers, I worry for him.”
