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othercaptjack) wrote2008-08-10 11:51 pm
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It is raining outside the base, in the deceptive manner of English Spring that means what might look like a light shower has left Jack decidedly wet as he swings into the Hub, alarms blaring behind him. It's late in the evening, but his latest Weevil chase had gone on for longer than he had thought it would.
They're getting cunning. He's perversely pleased.
He throws his coat across the couch as he passes, scrubbing a hand through his wet hair and heading for his office. He has no real reason to expect anyone else to be here this late.
They're getting cunning. He's perversely pleased.
He throws his coat across the couch as he passes, scrubbing a hand through his wet hair and heading for his office. He has no real reason to expect anyone else to be here this late.
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From chill or expectation is entirely open to interpretation. Regardless; his ever-bright smile has slipped into something just a little darker and anticipatory.
"I really do."
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"Just say when, Captain."
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"I want this to be fun."
Read: I'm going to draw this out because I am an insufferable tease.
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He tugs on the tie again, heading for his small room.
"Oh, and leave your pants."
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There is a smile. Yes. There is definitely a smile.