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02-19-2022, 02:14 PM
Who needed grace when you were handsome as shit? Jack could attest to that. Still, she's built as a scrapper, a brawler, and she's decent enough on her feet. No, the girl that she was faced with was the handsome sort, but it wouldn't keep Jack from appreciating her where she stood. It's hard not to. Jack doesn't have what you'd call a type, instead deeming herself a... connoisseur of the finer things (people?) in life, whatever form they might take. "Hey, why dont'cha come down here and say that to me," it was a grin that came with the words, she's kidding... though she wouldn't push the girl out of her personal space if it came to that. No, Jack was having far too much fun already. "Hmm, how deceptively non-spooky of you." The words came with a wink, her head tossing playfully. Nah, things like this came easily to Jack. Maybe too easily, but that was beside the point. "Well I was exploring, but I think I found the most interesting thing out here." Jack was unflinching as she made eye contact with the woman, her posture lazy and relaxed. Most of her weight was in a cocked back leg as she looked at the girl. It was true, the girl that stood before her with the red markings had to be the best thing in this forest. "What do you say you and I get out of here, see somewhere else?" Was it forward? Yes. Was Jack ever anything other than forward? No. Jack O’Malley looking half a corpse and half a god |
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