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[jack_f_twist]

Hell, it's been a day.

Seems like all the cattle (alright, three) just felt like calving at near the same time--whether in solidarity or for some other reason Jack's got no clue, but between four-in-the-morning fights with creatures three times his size and a hell of a lot stronger, feeding the newborns and making sure they get checked out all

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[true_desire]

Almost gold, actually, and from this angle the clouds look almost red -- Funny thing, really. Makes the whole place seem a little unworldly.

There's the sound of boots on the ground behind him, the smell of burning tobacco and peaches, and then Desire's hanging a heel on the fancing's lowest rung. "Evening, Jack. Long time."

[jack_f_twist]

"Howdy," says Jack from around his cigarette, nodding a little to the gent by his side. He ain't exactly startled by the fella's appearance--ain't like Desire's ever dropped by for what you might call a surprise visit.

Hell, he's getting to feel downright comfortable with the golden-eyed gent, though there's an air of wistfulness (and that's just as usual) about his greeting. "A while, sure."

He don't ask what brings Desire to Shadow. Hell, what brings any of the Endless anywhere? It's too far above Jack's head to know, that's for damn sure.

[true_desire]

Desire offers Jack a sideways smile: He's rather missed Jack himself, what with the infrequent in-person visits to this corner of the 'Verse.

There's a moment that seems almost awkward, Desire's hands fidgeting with his cigarette, his pockets, his lighter. He takes to flipping it open and shut pale fingers dancing through the flame as it appears and vanishes.

"How've you been, Jack?"

[jack_f_twist]

The click and snap of Desire's golden lighter's kinda comforting, in a way. "Can't say as I've been hard off." He tips his hat back to scratch at sweat-dried hair, twisting his mouth into a so far, so good kind of look. "Good work, good company, plenty of food and plenty a space. Shadow ain't such a bad place to be."

(Of course, then there's the way he stares off into the gathering dusk, blue eyes wide and jaw set in that stubborn way he's got.)

"Didn't think I'd be getting a visit from you anytime soon, though." He tosses it off, but truth is, he's a little surprised he ain't heard from the golden-eyed sonuvvabitch...considering last few times he'd been in the bar. Months ago, but he still gets a little wistful thinking about that drink he owes Hero.