JACK
Rude, Jack thinks at her clearly dismissive thoughts of him, and he shifts further to his knees as if to tell her all about him and why he's the dog's bollocks of Torchline, but of course that's stupid and pointless. Because she hasn't actually said anything. All of this is to say that he just ends up squinting up at her with a vaguely grumpy expression on his face. Still, at least she confirms the time of day. "Good," he mumbles, his voice as rough as the sand he's fallen into.
The hand that comes out to haul his ass upright is unexpected but appreciated all the same. He snags onto it, his fingers cool and calloused and covered in sand, before he's pulling himself unsteadily onto his feet. A moment or so passes where he's trying to make sure he's not going to tumble back to the beach, but he does ultimately keep his balance. "Mm? Yeah I am. S'where my ship is," he says. "What you doin? Starin' at the sea?"
The hand that comes out to haul his ass upright is unexpected but appreciated all the same. He snags onto it, his fingers cool and calloused and covered in sand, before he's pulling himself unsteadily onto his feet. A moment or so passes where he's trying to make sure he's not going to tumble back to the beach, but he does ultimately keep his balance. "Mm? Yeah I am. S'where my ship is," he says. "What you doin? Starin' at the sea?"
believer... believe it or not you'll know
when it ends and how it goes
when it ends and how it goes
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
