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As always, Oogie and Jack had been at one another’s throats, dragging one another to the ground, shouting insult after insult. It was exhausting after a while, but neither of them was looking to stop, at least not until Jack looked at Oogie and had drawn his attention to his own chest. ❝ The fuck is that? ❞ he grumbled, touching what looked like stitches in a v-shape on his inked chest. ❝ This that shit they were talking about? ❞ With the unknown appearing on his skin, the argument seemed to dissipate. At least for the moment.
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❝ What? ❞ On a whim, Jack had looked down his own shirt, seeing the same symbol on his chest. Someone had a very sick sense of humor. ❝ There’s no way that you’re my soulmate. ❞ As much as Oogie was pleasing to the eye, he knew that they’d never get along, that they came to blows whenever they were within eyesight of one another.
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❝ And you think I’d want to be bound to a lunatic like you? ❞ If that wasn’t the pot calling the kettle black. . . But it was the haughty tone that had Oogie letting go of his ripped shirt and swinging at Jack once more, unable to stand it when the ghoul talked down to him. It did make sense, a little, since he hadn’t ever been able to gain control over Jack, his powers faltering whenever he tried.