I know what anticipation is. What the hell do you take me for, huh?
[Jack balls his fists in his lap, much like a pouting child who got told he couldn't have a cookie by his mother. That doesn't mean she doesn't have his attention though. His eyes are tracing what he can see from her silhouette and filling in the blanks with imagination when he can't.
Which is why his witty retort takes a second to deliver, straightening his shoulders from their half-hunched position.]
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[Jack balls his fists in his lap, much like a pouting child who got told he couldn't have a cookie by his mother. That doesn't mean she doesn't have his attention though. His eyes are tracing what he can see from her silhouette and filling in the blanks with imagination when he can't.
Which is why his witty retort takes a second to deliver, straightening his shoulders from their half-hunched position.]
And I'm not most people.