09-27-2016, 05:40 PM
Somewhere around talk of pirates, Jay rubbed his eyes. The whites must surely have swollen pink for as hot as they felt. His throat was dry, too. No tickle of soreness or anything like that, just dry. Thirsty. He swallowed and tuned back into what Jacques was saying somewhere around Moscow.
He blinked and glanced at Natalie since she was the first to respond. Illustrious family? Suppose that makes sense. Her family, the Greys, whoever they were, hired mercenaries to keep her safe. Jay simply had never thought to wonder anything else about them. They were Custody, that was obvious. And Natalie wasn't too excited by the prospect of returning to the CCD. Did it have something to do with the fire?
His skin prickled, like they suddenly found the a/c and he stood under the vent buck naked and dripping wet. He stopped himself putting a hand to his forehead.
"I'll certainly go. Always wanted to see Moscow."
He wouldn't mind the respite either.
He cleared his throat, frowning, but keeping his thoughts to himself.
He blinked and glanced at Natalie since she was the first to respond. Illustrious family? Suppose that makes sense. Her family, the Greys, whoever they were, hired mercenaries to keep her safe. Jay simply had never thought to wonder anything else about them. They were Custody, that was obvious. And Natalie wasn't too excited by the prospect of returning to the CCD. Did it have something to do with the fire?
His skin prickled, like they suddenly found the a/c and he stood under the vent buck naked and dripping wet. He stopped himself putting a hand to his forehead.
"I'll certainly go. Always wanted to see Moscow."
He wouldn't mind the respite either.
He cleared his throat, frowning, but keeping his thoughts to himself.
Only darkness shows you the light.