JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
Jack listens, and he also listens. He's always surprised how intelligent and insightful Flora can be when someone gives her the time of day (the fact that it's still a surprise says more about you than it does about her, buddy), but the bubbling need for approval beneath the surface of her thoughts always makes her ideas feel fragile. Even so, with a tilt of his head and a 'huh' of consideration, she's clearly earned his interest in the matter.
"We've got the ships, the supplies, the Mer," he murmurs with a roll of his shoulder. "Could work. Not that people'd ever work together in that way." He scoffs - the world is too selfish and paranoid for that, no matter how many times they try to hold hands. Sunjata is another good idea, even if the wrinkle of Jack's nose tells that the Flood still isn't in his good books.
Letting out a long sigh, he drags his gaze from the beach and back to the boardwalk. "When'd your place get so far away?"
"We've got the ships, the supplies, the Mer," he murmurs with a roll of his shoulder. "Could work. Not that people'd ever work together in that way." He scoffs - the world is too selfish and paranoid for that, no matter how many times they try to hold hands. Sunjata is another good idea, even if the wrinkle of Jack's nose tells that the Flood still isn't in his good books.
Letting out a long sigh, he drags his gaze from the beach and back to the boardwalk. "When'd your place get so far away?"
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!
