JACK
Yes, Jack is his name, and he'd be lying if he wasn't starting to enjoy hearing her say it (as long as it's not in that whiny way she seems to like). "Me," he says, his own voice a little breathy if for no other reason than he's got to tread water and/or cling to the rowboat. He's reminded, a little, of their very first encounter; Flora doesn't have seaweed in her hair this time, and she seems a bit less shit at swimming too. Ah, memories.
He's about to suggest she, you know, help a bit, when there's frantic kicking and her usually bubbly thoughts turn milk sour. Pulling a face (it's not him, Flora, it's you), he peers down at where the pale shapes of her limbs are flailing under the surface. He didn't see anything on his way up, and he certainly can't sense anything from intelligent life, so hey, maybe it's just sharks.
"How's your upper body strength?" he smirks, before disappearing completely beneath the water.
He's about to suggest she, you know, help a bit, when there's frantic kicking and her usually bubbly thoughts turn milk sour. Pulling a face (it's not him, Flora, it's you), he peers down at where the pale shapes of her limbs are flailing under the surface. He didn't see anything on his way up, and he certainly can't sense anything from intelligent life, so hey, maybe it's just sharks.
"How's your upper body strength?" he smirks, before disappearing completely beneath the water.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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