Happy Valentine's Day

[jackdriscoll]

Well, he didn't have tuberculosis, but he did have a cold. As colds are wont to do, the virus attacked Jack without warning, sending him to his room with tissues, orange juice, soup, and a bad case of the sniffles. Typical for sick humans, Jack didn't have any trouble falling asleep. And when he did he found himself in Paris again, frowning,

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[diamndcourtesan]

She walked alone through the crowd, a head taller than most of the rest in heels. A wool coat, a trim of fur, a hat tipped low over her face; a hint of red above her ankles. She approached him from the front, unfaltering. She waited until they were face to face to smile.

"Hello, Jack."

[jackdriscoll]

Jack stands still, his eyes widen. Carl, unfortunately, is forgotten.

"What are you doing here?"

[diamndcourtesan]

"Why wouldn't I be here? It's Paris. This is my city. I won't pretend I'm not glad you dropped by, though."

[jackdriscoll]

"I was here with a friend. Carl. He...He's not here."

He grins, slowly.