JACK
Jack furrows his brow at that, leaning back on one hand and letting his gaze slide across to her. "I just told you I didn't give a fuck about that shit as long as you put the Ark first, an' you just gave me a needlin' about beliefs an' Safrin an' gods," he says, as if she might have missed the very important didn't give a fuck aspect of what he was explaining. "I ain't a priest an' I don't forgive sins, Aurelia. I make people pay for 'em."
Getting to his feet, he hands the flask back to her and reaches into his pockets for a cigarette. "Job's yours if you want it. Torchline an' the Ark come first, though. Second that changes, so does our agreement. That easy enough for you?" he asks, lighting a match and taking a drag, before offering the cigarette out to her as well. "Don't fuck it up, yeah?"
Getting to his feet, he hands the flask back to her and reaches into his pockets for a cigarette. "Job's yours if you want it. Torchline an' the Ark come first, though. Second that changes, so does our agreement. That easy enough for you?" he asks, lighting a match and taking a drag, before offering the cigarette out to her as well. "Don't fuck it up, yeah?"
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!
