JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
"No she ain't," Jack says through a snort, though he does give Haai a chance to sniff at him, to make measure of him, before he sits up again. Seven, for her part, doesn't believe it either, though she does settle on Sunjata's lap a bit, leaning into the scritches. And Jack decides to make himself at home, since they're part of some kind of bleeding hearts club now, getting up and swiping the glass from Jata so he can pour himself a drink too.
Taking a decent swig from the glass, he strolls about the living area, admiring the stone work (inspecting it, more like, taking it all in). "Seems like the sort of thing the raggedy prick would do," he admits on the subject of visions, ghosts, that sort of thing. "Why, you still seein' spooky ol' dad?" Glancing over his shoulder, he raises an eyebrow. "Explains why you always look like crap, I guess. You considered other copin' mechanisms? Yoga, vegetables, that sort of bullshit?"
Taking a decent swig from the glass, he strolls about the living area, admiring the stone work (inspecting it, more like, taking it all in). "Seems like the sort of thing the raggedy prick would do," he admits on the subject of visions, ghosts, that sort of thing. "Why, you still seein' spooky ol' dad?" Glancing over his shoulder, he raises an eyebrow. "Explains why you always look like crap, I guess. You considered other copin' mechanisms? Yoga, vegetables, that sort of bullshit?"
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!
