JACK
"Be my guest - she's your problem for now," Jack says with a tilt of his glass in Sunjata's direction, the smuggler happy for this arrangement as he takes a thirsty sip. Seven is very content with the developments, as well, kneading at thick panther fur and eventually sprawling herself along the Flood's broad shoulders, her fluffy tail tickling at his chin.
"Purrrrrrrrfect," she confirms to him, and indeed starts purring up a storm as they settle down at the bar. Jack is thoroughly disgusted by the display, hiding it behind another generous swig of his drink, and he raises an eyebrow to hear the story about Jata and the stray cats. "You're soft as shit on the inside, ain't you?" he remarks, the hint of a smirk over the rim of his glass.
"Mm, she will be," he confirms. "Sear cats have a bit of pregonition, well as speech. She can predict storms, if she's in the mood."
"Purrrrrrrrfect," she confirms to him, and indeed starts purring up a storm as they settle down at the bar. Jack is thoroughly disgusted by the display, hiding it behind another generous swig of his drink, and he raises an eyebrow to hear the story about Jata and the stray cats. "You're soft as shit on the inside, ain't you?" he remarks, the hint of a smirk over the rim of his glass.
"Mm, she will be," he confirms. "Sear cats have a bit of pregonition, well as speech. She can predict storms, if she's in the mood."
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
