[Predictably, Jack scoffs at the idea. He steps forward confidently, and stops a few paces short of her. He's not a complete moron after all -- she's clearly more supernatural than he is.
A magical slap across the face probably hurts more than an actual fist. Its been a while.]
Its alright, I'm everyone's type, sweet cheeks.
[His mismatched eyes move to watch her wings move.]
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A magical slap across the face probably hurts more than an actual fist. Its been a while.]
Its alright, I'm everyone's type, sweet cheeks.
[His mismatched eyes move to watch her wings move.]