JACK
"Know the remedy off by heart. Why, you need it?" Jack says, raising an eyebrow over his shoulder at her. For a man who fucks whores on the regular and has been doing so since he was old enough to pay for it, why yes, he is quite familiar with cock pox. "An' look at you, with your buns ready for the oven," he retorts, though he half expects that one will go right over her little blonde head.
Straightening up and stepping over to join the hels at her window sill (at least if he's standing with them, she's less likely to be able to hit him with any burnt muffins, mainly because her aim is shit), he folds his arms across his chest. "Is that so? I s'pose I better shut up shop now, if there's some other prick with an agenda around. Woe is me." He smirks. "When he lets you down, you know where I am."
Straightening up and stepping over to join the hels at her window sill (at least if he's standing with them, she's less likely to be able to hit him with any burnt muffins, mainly because her aim is shit), he folds his arms across his chest. "Is that so? I s'pose I better shut up shop now, if there's some other prick with an agenda around. Woe is me." He smirks. "When he lets you down, you know where I am."
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!
