JACK
"I know it is," Jack says, dipping a finger into his whiskey and offering it out to Spice as if that would stop her sassing. "An' I'm a smuggler. Been forgin' fake documents for years to get past dockhands an' do-gooders. Not that it matters much in Torchline, but it's still a handy skill to have." He shrugs, offering Flora a wicked sort of smirk. "Makin' everyone believe you ain't subtle is another skill worth learnin'," he tells her. "Pretty sure you're halfway there with that one already."
The skill he means, of course. The letter sounds ridiculous to his telepathic mindset, but of course he hasn't yet parsed the full context of what Flora is attempting and why. "If you're strugglin', you can always just try practicin' words. That way you know how the letters join together." A beautifully curled y is nothing if it doesn't flow into a convincing word, after all.
The skill he means, of course. The letter sounds ridiculous to his telepathic mindset, but of course he hasn't yet parsed the full context of what Flora is attempting and why. "If you're strugglin', you can always just try practicin' words. That way you know how the letters join together." A beautifully curled y is nothing if it doesn't flow into a convincing word, after all.
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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