#nxught

[willgrvhxm]

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[ofparagonheart]

[ text ] Let’s go get coffee and handcuffs.

[text: Jack] Coffee, sure. But why the handcuffs?

[maidenliara]

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Opinion on;

Character in general: okay well i have a BIG LADYBONER for jack but i won't let that sway me too too much.How they play them: I haven't seen too much of your Jack yet, but through a brief stalking of your blog she seems pretty great and on point. I look forward to seeing more of her.The Mun: So far you're fun on a bun so A+ to that.

Do I:

RP with them: Not yet.Want to RP with them: Hopefully soon!

What is my;

Overall Opinion: It's Jack, like, what more do you need?

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

[maidenliara]

nxught replied to your post:

(( Who *wouldn’t * adopt a little baby Grunt? I can only imagine how precious he’d be. ))

[not sure...but regardless, Liara and baby!Grunt would be adorbs!]

[maidenliara]

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♗ : Child!Character my muse would adopt.

Hmmm. Probably a child!Grunt. "I have a blue rock for you, mom." Oh god I just died and went to heaven.

[unbxwed]

Scar Tissue.

Hardly any sound reached the lowest deck of the ship, save for the odd hum of wires leading to the drive core. Buck found it oddly comforting; it didn’t matter how far down he went because there would always be life on his ship. His combat boots clanked off their stairs as he descended into the darkness. The man had grown used to coming down here. Spending time with her was always an experience, even when she threatened him.

He found her hunkered up in the shadows. Nothin’ new there. The Commander watched the dimness flash over her semi-naked frame, catching glimpses of inked skin. Maybe there was a part of him that got why she liked hiding away down here, cut off from everyone else. The place was inconspicuous and cramped but it offered a strategic advantage. 

God knows there were plenty of times when he felt like running off into a dark corner. 

He’d left Jack to her own devices after Pragia. Better to let her think about how she felt. Buck folded his arms and leaned back into the piping. “How’re ya’ feeling?” His irish accent cut through the shadows. Checking on her state of mind seemed like a good start.