Unfortunate Circumstances Are These [ota]
Jack was sure this village was out to get him. It had brought Angelica here, which hadn't been so bad on the surface-- slappings and threats to bodily harm aside. Having her in his bed once more was certainly not unpleasant. But the fact that she'd come now, right after he'd been having a growing quandary over the growing belly of on Vianne Rocher. A quandary he was in no hurry to solve. It was someone else's. She'd said so herself.
Still...
He sniffed, dropping his spent bottle of rum in the sand and sauntering toward the village. Surely something in this town could help him take his thoughts off things. The Ribbon? He didn't know what that was. The Lemondrop Labs-- not for him either. Jewelry store? Tempting... but he wouldn't be about to pay for the merchandise and the owner might take issue. And seeing as he couldn't make a hasty retreat, it was ill advised. The Chocolat-- no.
Ah. The Black Sheep. That sounded more his style. He wandered toward the door.
[catch him outside wandering or in the Black Sheep. whateva!]
Still...
He sniffed, dropping his spent bottle of rum in the sand and sauntering toward the village. Surely something in this town could help him take his thoughts off things. The Ribbon? He didn't know what that was. The Lemondrop Labs-- not for him either. Jewelry store? Tempting... but he wouldn't be about to pay for the merchandise and the owner might take issue. And seeing as he couldn't make a hasty retreat, it was ill advised. The Chocolat-- no.
Ah. The Black Sheep. That sounded more his style. He wandered toward the door.
[catch him outside wandering or in the Black Sheep. whateva!]