JACK
There are very few people in Torchline who have heard the captain of the Ark let out a genuine laugh. And as it so happens, Flora is about to make that list - and all because of some mild(ish) bullying and charcoal cupcakes. He's still having a jolly old time - especially with the swat at his shoulder, because who the fuck would dare - as the hels take off and the kitchen fills with smoke, Jack flicking ash from his cigarette and stubbing it out on the window sill. "You are so shit at this," he says, brimming with amusement.
So why does she have to fucking ruin it by bringing the mood down? Groaning at the telltale signs of slumped shoulders and kicked-puppy-tones, the feelings are like nails down the chalkboard of his magic, and he runs a frustrated hand across his face. "Out of the way," he tells her, sidling up to the counter to take up the bowl again. "Throw those out and hand me that spoon."
So why does she have to fucking ruin it by bringing the mood down? Groaning at the telltale signs of slumped shoulders and kicked-puppy-tones, the feelings are like nails down the chalkboard of his magic, and he runs a frustrated hand across his face. "Out of the way," he tells her, sidling up to the counter to take up the bowl again. "Throw those out and hand me that spoon."
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
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