JACK
"What the fuck am I lookin' at, Mel?" Jack wants to know, appearing seemingly out of nowhere (it's a talent, okay) and plopping down to sit on a rock a few inches above hers, giving him a perfect vantage point to look at the bloodily-adorned fabric. His tone is fairly cheerful all things considered, the captain getting comfortable and taking out his tobacco tin, planning on rolling a few cigarettes while he watches this travesty unfold.
Why is he here and what's the meaning of all these shenanigans?
He's bored and doesn't really need an excuse to hassle his first mate cannon mistress. "If you wanted to look more like a lady on the ship, there's a perfectly good marketplace," he remarks, shrugging at Seven who has just tried to leap onto his shoulder. The sear cat doesn't take the hint (when does she ever), instead mrowing a greeting to the Honeybee and her cohort.
Why is he here and what's the meaning of all these shenanigans?
He's bored and doesn't really need an excuse to hassle his first mate cannon mistress. "If you wanted to look more like a lady on the ship, there's a perfectly good marketplace," he remarks, shrugging at Seven who has just tried to leap onto his shoulder. The sear cat doesn't take the hint (when does she ever), instead mrowing a greeting to the Honeybee and her cohort.
romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended
and recommended
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
