JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
That's more like it, honestly. And when the group decides it's had enough of the squidling's... whatever it's doing or saying (he doesn't have Beast Speaker and he doesn't actually give a fuck), Jack is content to let them. "I reckon once we've got that outta the way, the last bolt hole should only be a few yards down that way," he remarks, nodding down and past their obstacle.
Patting his pockets, he draws out a cigarette and some matches, striking one and placing the smoke between his lips to draw deeply on it. There's no need for him to get in the way of this, secretly or otherwise. Besides, he's got a funny feeling that the big guy is probably going to end things pretty promptly.
Jack lets everyone else fuck around and smokes a cigarette.
Patting his pockets, he draws out a cigarette and some matches, striking one and placing the smoke between his lips to draw deeply on it. There's no need for him to get in the way of this, secretly or otherwise. Besides, he's got a funny feeling that the big guy is probably going to end things pretty promptly.
Jack lets everyone else fuck around and smokes a cigarette.
are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
