#mm.pjack

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❝ you can come with me. i mean if you don't have anyone waiting for you. ❞ anyone!

Spade tipped tail swishes behind him slowly and thoughtfully as he considers Pocket's offer. They're not even work friends, moreso work acquaintances. Pocket seems nice enough, but they haven't talked much outside of the job.... With no big plans other than wanting to take a nap later today, Patchwork Jack shrugs and says, "sure, why not? You got big plans or you just lookin' to grab some grub? I myself am starvin'."

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Puck would like a kissy from her sweet cowboy. :)

Battered cowboy is plucked off his own head and tossed aside so he doesn't have to worry about the brim bumping into her forehead. Freckled hands come to cradle Puck's face, spade-tipped tail happily swishing behind himself all the while as he kisses a trail from her forehead, to the tip of her nose, then her lips. "Good mornin' darlin'. Don't you paint a pretty picture today?"

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@herslaughter // from here

The cursed, shapeshifting man can't help but emit an amused cackle as Marty comments on how "her" ass looks great in a specific pair of jeans. With no one immediately nearby to overhear the slip, Patchwork Jack lets his accent bleed through as he replies, "right? I might need to get myself a pair of these. Sorry I am judgin' you for choosin' fish out of all things. You allergic to a good burger or somethin'?"

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"  you  want  rescuing  again ,  do  you  ?   " for anyone!

"Yeah well a little birdy told me that you like to feel big and strong so I figured I'd give you a little ego boost by gettin' beat up and all that," Patchwork Jack greets Marty with a soft laugh. The laugh makes his body shake just enough to irritate one of his fresh wounds, in turn making him wince. Best save the laughing for after he's taken Advil, it seems. "Besides I heard black eyes make me look all rough and tumble. What do you think? Do I look rugged and handsome yet?" Only Patckwork Jack would be so passionately cracking jokes in the face of danger.

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Don't wave that around! I mean… thank you for returning this perfectly harmless item to me. for patchwork jack

Patchwork Jack may be a shapeshifting scoundrel but even he has a sense of self preservation. Her words make him halt to a stop, glowing green orb now clutched safely to his chest. Something about the contact of the orb against his chest tickles and tingles. It doesn't hurt though so he holds it for a beat longer before passing it into Marty's waiting hands.

"So what it is it anyways? It looks real pretty."

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"It doesn't count as stealin' if you only take from the rich."

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"Quit sayin' we're lost," Patchwork Jack retorts, playfully hitting his companion on the arm. "Bein' lost is less of a fact and more of a state of mind." As he speaks he unfolds the map and holds it between them. "So as long as neither one of us panics we're not lost."

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A sharp whistle sounds from the worn revolver in the stranger's hand. "God damn your aim is awful. It's a good thing I'm a talkin' gun otherwise you would've missed every shot and we both would've been dead." Well, Patchwork Jack probably would've been fine if he stayed in his gun form but it's more fun to tease the stranger.