[Rude. Still, Jack's just as capable of dropping the niceties and unsheathing the double-edged sword of his tongue. But whatever acerbic comment was on the tip of his tongue dies there.
Seriously, what the fuck.
He lifts his goblet, because he's definitely going to need more wine for this. But his eyes are bright and sharp on the stranger's face.
No, his face, weathered and scruffier and older. Maybe not a twin, but definitely a brother.]
What am I looking at here? Is this my future? Have I been lied to again?
[He arches a brow at the stranger, waits for him to say something before continuing.]
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Seriously, what the fuck.
He lifts his goblet, because he's definitely going to need more wine for this. But his eyes are bright and sharp on the stranger's face.
No, his face, weathered and scruffier and older. Maybe not a twin, but definitely a brother.]
What am I looking at here? Is this my future? Have I been lied to again?
[He arches a brow at the stranger, waits for him to say something before continuing.]