[He sits on the stoop of a firehouse that Bruce will have never seen before, looking about ten years old. He's currently fiddling with one of his knives, though he jumps to his feet when he sees his lookalike arrive.]
Course I am, we both are. You better believe I used to use this face to wrin' out every penny I could get when I was a kid.
[He rubs at his nose.]
Come on or this stupid body'll probably die o' heat stroke.
[He leads Bruce inside-- it's a messy house, but ordinary messiness, full of clothes and dog toys and books. Jack pads into the kitchen, moving around and grabbing himself water.
Admittedly, he has to climb onto the counter in order to do this, but he pointedly ignores Bruce while he does.]
[ He ruffles Jack's hair as he's climbing on the counter and totally doesn't offer to help. He knows pride and embarrassment and when he's that height because of Riley Ripley, he understands.
Yeah. Yorick's probably asleep on the be-- ah, there's a lad.
[Sitting on the counter, Jack smiles as a bleary Irish Sheepdog puppy ambles into the kitchen. Sniffing once or twice at Bruce, he begins to pant up at him, giving him soulful eyes. Don't you want to pet me?, those eyes ask. Don't you want to scratch my ears?]
I need me clothes back.
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... You're tiny.
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Okay, okay. Do I get to see your secret firehouse this time?
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Come to the fourth district. I'll be waitin' outside.
[He adds the exact address.]
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Will you be fine alone?
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[And he signs off.]
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Don't laugh.
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Not laughing. [ Though he immediately drops and bag and swoops downwards, trying to grab Jack and give him a noogie. Or at least a hair ruffle. ]
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Ow, ow, lemme go!
[His voice cracks on that last word.]
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There. [ He leans down and tweaks Jack's nose. ] I hate to sound narcissistic, but you're adorable.
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[He rubs at his nose.]
Come on or this stupid body'll probably die o' heat stroke.
[He leads Bruce inside-- it's a messy house, but ordinary messiness, full of clothes and dog toys and books. Jack pads into the kitchen, moving around and grabbing himself water.
Admittedly, he has to climb onto the counter in order to do this, but he pointedly ignores Bruce while he does.]
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And he's looking all over the house. ]
Nice place. Do you have a dog?
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[Sitting on the counter, Jack smiles as a bleary Irish Sheepdog puppy ambles into the kitchen. Sniffing once or twice at Bruce, he begins to pant up at him, giving him soulful eyes. Don't you want to pet me?, those eyes ask. Don't you want to scratch my ears?]
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You know what some people about pets taking after their masters.
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