JACK
"What kind of idiot sits at a table out front and practices it?" Jack quips back; there's a perfectly good guild HQ in the back for nefarious games like that, and yet here Flora is. But of course everything else becomes irrelevant as he manages to push the very right sort of buttons in the Doubletake's psyche, and as she blinks back into view, the good captain's hand drops from her cheek and his gaze seems very interested in the curve of forged ds on her parchment.
Even if he'd intended to sign for anything around the tavern, that fully snuffs out now that he knows Flora's into forgery as a hobby, and so instead Jack merely tilts his head at her. "Cat got your tongue, love?" he wants to know, his smile turning sunny and self-satisfied, even as he reaches out to let busy fingers sift through the examples of Remi's handwriting.
"Never thought you'd bother to keep letters from him," he remarks.
Even if he'd intended to sign for anything around the tavern, that fully snuffs out now that he knows Flora's into forgery as a hobby, and so instead Jack merely tilts his head at her. "Cat got your tongue, love?" he wants to know, his smile turning sunny and self-satisfied, even as he reaches out to let busy fingers sift through the examples of Remi's handwriting.
"Never thought you'd bother to keep letters from him," he remarks.
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
- Click for The Ark!
