JACK
"Oh I see," Jack drawls, his busy fingers sprinkling tobacco into the paper in his lap. "And the blood is for decoration. Makes perfect sense." Raising his eyebrows at her, he watches with catlike interest as she unpicks her stitching, while the actual cat on his shoulder obnoxiously rubs her furry cheek against his temple.
He doesn't bother agreeing with her, because she's right - she's pretty shit at it, honestly - and so instead he rolls his first cigarette and scrunches his nose at her second comment. "Am I goin' to the ball thing," he repeats, dry as Hak Etme. "Am I gonna sit and stitch a dress so it's handmade. Snorting, he shakes his head. "Your sense of humour is gettin' better," he remarks.
"Then again," he muses, "it'll be a good excuse to get away for monsoon season."
He doesn't bother agreeing with her, because she's right - she's pretty shit at it, honestly - and so instead he rolls his first cigarette and scrunches his nose at her second comment. "Am I goin' to the ball thing," he repeats, dry as Hak Etme. "Am I gonna sit and stitch a dress so it's handmade. Snorting, he shakes his head. "Your sense of humour is gettin' better," he remarks.
"Then again," he muses, "it'll be a good excuse to get away for monsoon season."
romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended
and recommended
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