JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
One-sided or not, Jack's telepathy is his achilles' heel for a reason, and in this state especially he absorbs Flora's thoughts as readily as the blood soaking into the floorboards. Thankfully, it's the blood he doesn't have that prevents him from blushing as well; instead, the smuggler merely sits in the quiet moments between heartbeats, wondering how drunk he's accidentally gotten.
"Mm, I am," he agrees readily to being the worst, taking a final deep breath and releasing her hand, figuring the wound must have all but disappeared by now. "Someone whose business I ruined ran into me at a bad time." Which isn't even a lie, and Flora should feel privileged for it. "An' if you're sure. I won't offer again." The bloodstains will just have to add aesthetic.
"My luck must've been in." To catch her, he means. "Go on home, then. I'll crash here if it's all the same."
"Mm, I am," he agrees readily to being the worst, taking a final deep breath and releasing her hand, figuring the wound must have all but disappeared by now. "Someone whose business I ruined ran into me at a bad time." Which isn't even a lie, and Flora should feel privileged for it. "An' if you're sure. I won't offer again." The bloodstains will just have to add aesthetic.
"My luck must've been in." To catch her, he means. "Go on home, then. I'll crash here if it's all the same."
are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
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