[When Jack is alerted that Rhys is at the doors, he's not all that surprised. But the kid's got shit timing. Tonight's the one night a week he has to be human, he only gets twenty four hours and it's not like he can screw off from work once a week to take full advantage. The big bosses don't get weekends off.
So Jack is his human self, already unwinding for the evening in black silk pajamas and a robe of the kind he imagines Earthen kings of old wore. It's lined in fur and embroidered. He's also already halfway through the evening's first joint and first bottle of whiskey. But whatever, Rhys is here, and has apparently never heard of texting first. He has a footman or whatever the hell that particular rung of servants is called bring him in.
Only this time Rhys is led to Jack's personal tower, where he's relaxing in his own parlor, practically melting into his wing backed plush chair. And it's clearly his, there's a bust of himself on the mantle and the drapes and upholstery are black and gold. And the man himself, currently in the flesh rather chrome.]
Thought you weren't coming back, sunshine! You ever heard of the phone? Private network channel? You're butting into my me-time here.
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Date: 2021-10-19 04:02 am (UTC)So Jack is his human self, already unwinding for the evening in black silk pajamas and a robe of the kind he imagines Earthen kings of old wore. It's lined in fur and embroidered. He's also already halfway through the evening's first joint and first bottle of whiskey. But whatever, Rhys is here, and has apparently never heard of texting first. He has a footman or whatever the hell that particular rung of servants is called bring him in.
Only this time Rhys is led to Jack's personal tower, where he's relaxing in his own parlor, practically melting into his wing backed plush chair. And it's clearly his, there's a bust of himself on the mantle and the drapes and upholstery are black and gold. And the man himself, currently in the flesh rather chrome.]
Thought you weren't coming back, sunshine! You ever heard of the phone? Private network channel? You're butting into my me-time here.