Date: 2021-09-23 03:38 am (UTC)
thedifferencebetween: (i laugh at your pain)
Not if you keep yourself fed regularly. Sit tight, don't die on me.

[Jack leaves Rhys there under the watchful eye of a silent, imposing looking guard. And another is dispatched to go do some murder. It'll just be quicker and easier that way, and give Rhys less time to make some unholy biological mess in Jack's castle.

Much as he's complaining to himself, it's a good thing Rhys came to him. Shows he has some respect, shows he knows Jack is The Guy. Even here in crazy monster world. There's promise there, potential.

Which is the only reason Jack's making an effort to help. By the time his errand-boy guard is back, a fresh corpse over his shoulder, Jack has a chocolate milkshake all ready. It's quick work to bleed out the body and run the whole mess through the blender. It probably won't mask the taste, but Rhys can pretend. That's what the entire exercise is all about.]


You better not be dead.

[Jack returns, followed by a kitchen servant with a tray. And the promised blood and chocolate concoction sitting a top.]
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