JACK
"Absolutely not." Someone has gone to tattle, and even if they hadn't said anything, Jack can hear OH GOD SHE'S GONNA SET THE SHIP ON FIRE thoughts from a mile away. (It's from precisely 30ft away actually, but who's counting? Not Jack). Leaning against the open door of the kitchens, it's with the lazy eyes of a predator that he also watches the stove, ready and waiting to have to put out any flames.
"You ain't our cook," he reminds her, which should be obvious, but it's Melita and it's not obvious. "And these ain't cannons." Adding in her opinion with a musical mrow, Seven pads across the boards with her tail high, rubbing her cheek along Mel's lower leg in greeting.
"You ain't our cook," he reminds her, which should be obvious, but it's Melita and it's not obvious. "And these ain't cannons." Adding in her opinion with a musical mrow, Seven pads across the boards with her tail high, rubbing her cheek along Mel's lower leg in greeting.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
