i want to taste you again
"Supervisin'." Obviously that was going to be Jack's answer, the captain sitting on the and a couple of feet back from the Miana Pool, a cigarette between his lips and a cat draped around his shoulders. Seven mrows her agreement, purring and headbutting him obnoxiously, and he swats at her. "You can have her as help though, if you want," he says of his companion.
It's a lazy sort of evening, the breeze cool and refreshing (which is about as chilly as it gets in Torchline at Deepfrost), and Jack can't help the lazy smirk that curls across his lips as he watches Melita creep up on the ripples with her basket. "You know how stupid this is, right?" he asks, just in case she hasn't noticed.
It's a lazy sort of evening, the breeze cool and refreshing (which is about as chilly as it gets in Torchline at Deepfrost), and Jack can't help the lazy smirk that curls across his lips as he watches Melita creep up on the ripples with her basket. "You know how stupid this is, right?" he asks, just in case she hasn't noticed.
like a secret or a sin
JACK
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
