JACK
"Governor, don't encourage her," Jack drawls as they head into the Hanged Man, but there's a resigned sort of acceptance about him and the feline, the way she dances to the very edge of his shoulder to try and get more scritches from the taller man. In fact she even hops from Jack to Sunjata as he heads to the bar, purring a storm and rubbing her face obnoxiously along the scruff of his cheek. "Stunning," she repeats, somehow sounding smug about it.
Jack leans against the bar next to the Flood, scoffing at him. "I'm hers, if you want to put it in a way that cats understand," he corrects, the meaning clear: no, she isn't just along for the ride. "Turned up under a barrel on the docks shortly after we got back to port. Hasn't been far away since then."
Seven, meanwhile, is trying to knead against whichever shoulder seems most comfortable to her, and if Sunjata isn't wearing a shirt, that's his problem.
Jack leans against the bar next to the Flood, scoffing at him. "I'm hers, if you want to put it in a way that cats understand," he corrects, the meaning clear: no, she isn't just along for the ride. "Turned up under a barrel on the docks shortly after we got back to port. Hasn't been far away since then."
Seven, meanwhile, is trying to knead against whichever shoulder seems most comfortable to her, and if Sunjata isn't wearing a shirt, that's his problem.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
