JACK
"Perfection doesn't take long when you do it right," Jack snarks right back, though rather than sweeping past her to sit back by the windowsill, this time he (perhaps wisely) lingers by the oven so they don't have to do this whole thing a fourth time. As for what she owes him, he scoffs out a laugh and shakes his head. "Well you ain't comin' to be the ship cook, put it that way," he mutters, before considering the idea in earnest.
"Get me one of your good ol' dad's feathers," he decides. "You never know when a bit of a demigod might come in handy, right?" Folding his arms across his chest, he seems pretty content with their favour, in fact. "Besides, families visit each other, or so I'm told. An' you ain't had many visitors." Of course he knows about the dark haired boy she'd gone to the Hanged Man with, but he's not about to say that. Not when he's trying to make fun of her. (Duh).
"Get me one of your good ol' dad's feathers," he decides. "You never know when a bit of a demigod might come in handy, right?" Folding his arms across his chest, he seems pretty content with their favour, in fact. "Besides, families visit each other, or so I'm told. An' you ain't had many visitors." Of course he knows about the dark haired boy she'd gone to the Hanged Man with, but he's not about to say that. Not when he's trying to make fun of her. (Duh).
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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