[ Frankly none of them are looking their best right now. Vidal was looking like a wreck when he landed here, much to his ire, but he's been trying to make the best of it. Like not being touched by sleazy slimy lizard wolf whatevers. ]
[ The abrupt yank on the back of his collar elicits a sharp wince as the fabric pulls taut against the tape and gauze at the side of his throat, revealing the obvious 632 just below his hairline. And below that, a hint of ink that might have looked like pincers? Hard to tell because he's yanking his shirt back into place and taking a swat at this shithead. Irritatingly, Jack dodges. More irritatingly, Jack dodges so preemptively that it really hammers home the fact that he knows exactly what he's doing. ]
[ Most irritatingly of all, that doesn't stop Vidal from taking the bait. ]
My— what. What is it?
[ He reaches back to scrub a hand across the back of his neck. Was it there?? It didn't feel any different. All this time he hadn't been thinking about having one, and now it was like finally noticing a bug in the room and feeling your skin crawl for hours. Thanks. ]
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[ The abrupt yank on the back of his collar elicits a sharp wince as the fabric pulls taut against the tape and gauze at the side of his throat, revealing the obvious 632 just below his hairline. And below that, a hint of ink that might have looked like pincers? Hard to tell because he's yanking his shirt back into place and taking a swat at this shithead. Irritatingly, Jack dodges. More irritatingly, Jack dodges so preemptively that it really hammers home the fact that he knows exactly what he's doing. ]
[ Most irritatingly of all, that doesn't stop Vidal from taking the bait. ]
My— what. What is it?
[ He reaches back to scrub a hand across the back of his neck. Was it there?? It didn't feel any different. All this time he hadn't been thinking about having one, and now it was like finally noticing a bug in the room and feeling your skin crawl for hours. Thanks. ]