JACK
"Just 'cuz you don't think it's soft, don't mean it ain't," Jack says, setting down his glass but not before raising it in a sloppy cheers to Sunjata given that he's paid for the round. He gives a side eye to the cat making herself more than at home on the Governor's shoulders, her tail fluffing against his chin obnoxiously, whiskers twitching at the scritches to her cheek. "Seven," she tells him proudly in response to her question.
Jack snorts. "Told you," he murmurs; they might be damned intelligent, but the beasts are still cats at the end of the day, and they fucking act like them. "So," he says slowly, "you plannin' to stay Governor? Or are you gonna throw in the towel for a few seasons like the last one?" It's a subtle dig for info, but a dig nonetheless.
Jack snorts. "Told you," he murmurs; they might be damned intelligent, but the beasts are still cats at the end of the day, and they fucking act like them. "So," he says slowly, "you plannin' to stay Governor? Or are you gonna throw in the towel for a few seasons like the last one?" It's a subtle dig for info, but a dig nonetheless.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
