JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
Coughing out a laugh as he gets himself somewhat upright on the barstool, Jack shakes his head. "Nah," he mumbles, "hand's not steady enough for that right now. It's for you." For you to practice your needlework. On me.
Accepting the drink and indeed shooting it back in one - it helps to be fucking trashed if someone is going to stitch you up, he's found - the captain winces and taps the bar for another. Except Flora isn't actually there any more, and he has to blink around for her before realising she's snuck up to his side.
"Oh sure," he mumbles, removing the hand currently pressed to his crimson soaked side. "Just bumped into a knife, s'all. Say, you actually got any of that fountain water? Y'know, the good shit." The healing shit.
Accepting the drink and indeed shooting it back in one - it helps to be fucking trashed if someone is going to stitch you up, he's found - the captain winces and taps the bar for another. Except Flora isn't actually there any more, and he has to blink around for her before realising she's snuck up to his side.
"Oh sure," he mumbles, removing the hand currently pressed to his crimson soaked side. "Just bumped into a knife, s'all. Say, you actually got any of that fountain water? Y'know, the good shit." The healing shit.
are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
