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Jack knew what this boy was doing. He was trying to hit him in the pride and he was not going to take this. The boy was trying to provoke him.

Admittedly? It actually kind of worked.

"Out of this world?" Jack sneered. "If you mean out of the duelling world, then you’ve got that right, you little no-name."

This kid thought he was the greatest thing in the world. Pfft. Pathetic.

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Oh? Was this man actually going to jab back? To a child? Well, physically one, at least (mentally, too, though he'd never admit to it). Maybe things would actually be entertaining, in the very least.

"You're calling me a no-name, but I've never even seen you before. And I'm pretty deep in the dueling scene. I guess that's got something to say. You may have been famous at one time, but now it seems like you're a beached whale."

Talking was getting him nowhere, but Jack had provoked him to the point that logical thinking flew out the window. Typical of Vector, always losing his head, even if he can keep the appearance up.

#wow scurries in 2 days late with a hella lame reply and scurries out #pridefulroar

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"What’s that meant to mean, exactly?" Jack resisted the urge to tack on ‘you little shit' at the end of the sentence. After all, how tacky would that have been! Jack had more class than that. Providing the boy didn't provoke him further.

He reeked of arrogance and confidence, two things Jack wanted to crush out of him. But, sadly, he would not hit a little kid. No matter how annoying said kid was, or how rude he was.

Jack scoffed. “I can take funny jokes. That was a pathetic joke,” he said. Who raised this kid? Wolves? A carrot? Whoever or whatever it was should have been ashamed; they did a terrible job at attempting to raise him.

Where did this boy live? Under a rock and under the sea? God. “I am Jack Atlas, world-famous king of duelling. Everyone knows who I—” He stopped mid-sentence, caught off guard by the boy’s statement.

“What?" Not a chance.

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Oh man, this guy was like a dog on a leash. Just how far were his limits?

Obviously not too far, if he was already defensive.

"You wouldn't be able to tell if a joke slapped you in the face, pathetic or not. No need to be so on edge."

He stopped and stared at Jack, who had just introduced himself. World-famous kind of dueling, huh. Alright, he'd play along.

"If you're so world-famous, how come I hadn't heard of you? But I'd be surprised if you hadn't heard of me. I'm out of this world, in terms of dueling!"

#pridefulroar #make the shitties joke of my life hello #also fuck i cant think straight

all your base are belong to us

"I've not got a thing that belongs to you."

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Right. This boy would be an odd one. Jack could tell. After all, he was perceptive. “I don’t have a stick in my ass,” he spat. But now, he just had a pain in it. And that pain had ginger, spiked hair. What a smug little…

"What the hell was that about, then?" he asked. If this was some sort of joke, it was a pretty terrible one.

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And a pain he'd be.

"Are you sure? If you don't, I'm sure you had a rough night, at the very least."

A wave of his hand and an upturn of his lips showed his contentedness with the blond's current reaction. This, he'd be able to work with.

"I wonder just what it was about! Maybe I was just bored. Maybe I just have a problem with you." Vector could tell he'd have a problem with him. This man reeked of egocentric uptightness. Even without his sharp ability to read others, Vector would have been able to tell that.

He flicked is eyes upwards and his hands dropped; one resting on a hip and the other falling unceremoniously to his side. "I've spoken to you for less than a minute and I can already tell you're not the type to take a joke. Obviously. And what's this about an autograph? I've never seen you in my life. Why would I want some stranger's signature on a piece of paper that I'd probably throw away as soon as it was handed to me? Please."

His entire atmosphere had changed. Just like him.

"After all, you should be asking me for an autograph."

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pridefulroar replied to your post:Jack looked at the young man who had begun following him. If he wasn't famous, this would have been odd. However, lucky for this boy, Jack was, indeed, famous; this was a daily occurrence for him. "Yes, fine, I'll give you an autograph. Get me a pen and whatever you want me to sign," he said, waving his hand dismissively.

"W—" Jack was completely speechless. This boy could not have been older than thirteen. There was no way he could have been a father. Right? "I’m not your dad!"

The cheery demeanor vanished and a scowl replaced the once bright smile.

"Someone's got a stick up their ass." Avoiding eye contact (out of boredom and lack of interest in the man and his reaction to Vector's exclamation), he examined his nails. They were long but rough from where he frequently gnawed at them. Nail care became almost a daily routine at this point.

"Of course you're not."

#pridefulroar #jumps right into properly replying #god im ooc as hell im sorry #its been a while blubs

Jack looked at the young man who had begun following him. If he wasn't famous, this would have been odd. However, lucky for this boy, Jack was, indeed, famous; this was a daily occurrence for him. "Yes, fine, I'll give you an autograph. Get me a pen and whatever you want me to sign," he said, waving his hand dismissively.

"DADDY!!!!!!!"