[SE] Lighten Up, Buttercup

JACK

"Listen, I make this look good," Jack said of the glitter that coats the two of them; indeed, for a man so rough, he seems to mind the conversation more than he does his sparkly new appearance. And so Aurelia plans and Jack whittles, and by the time she thinks so loudly in his direction, let alone speaks aloud, there is an unmistakably phallic shape forming as his next bauble.

He can't help but smirk - she's wrong and right at the same time - and he makes a surprisingly good listener as her tale unravels. "Are you sure that's why they threw you out?" he asks with a smirk. "Or is that all that you remember 'bout it?"

Slouching back in his seat with his eyes on the glorious penis-to-be in his hands, Jack finally raises his eyes back to Aurelia. "I celebrate my birthday every year," he informs her. "Just not this year. Had an unfortunate run in at a shrine - means I can't feel anythin'. Gettin' hammered and fuckin' everyone in the Halenani don't have the same appeal right now." But there is still something wriggling away underneath, something that has his gaze dropping back to his work.

"You didn't have 'rents or family to celebrate it for you?" he asks.