JACK
Ray, Harper, Jack. It's not mentioned but rest assured the captain will file away the names of his fellow councilmen, and he rolls a shoulder in a shrug. "Your choice, queenie," he drawls around his cigarette. As for leaving an offering to Safrin? He supposes it can't hurt, if this is apparently the goddess whose tits they'll be sucking for the foreseeable future. "Fingers crossed Apopo doesn't erupt again while you're gone," he mumbles; a joke, if a dark one.
Scoffing, he offers a roguish little bow on the way to the door, clearly assuming their work here is done for now. "Your patrons and workers might appreciate it nonetheless," he murmurs. He knows they will, in fact. "Take as much as you want from it, though. It's yours, after all." Raising a hand in a wave, Jack saunters his way out.
"Don't do anythin' I wouldn't."
~FIN
Scoffing, he offers a roguish little bow on the way to the door, clearly assuming their work here is done for now. "Your patrons and workers might appreciate it nonetheless," he murmurs. He knows they will, in fact. "Take as much as you want from it, though. It's yours, after all." Raising a hand in a wave, Jack saunters his way out.
"Don't do anythin' I wouldn't."
~FIN
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
