@faephotograph He can hear her getting ready to rush out the door, and that her go-go-go attitude is back comforts him more than he has words for. That earns her a chuckle, and the smile on his face is all too evident in his tone when he responds.
“I love you too, Gracie. Anytime.”
@faephotograph an’ to hell with what anybody says about it.
But, go on then—don’t give the poor boy too big a heart attack. He’s probably got one foot in the grave thinkin’ that he’s lost the prettiest damn girl he’s ever met.”
@faephotograph Years and years of practice. It’s just like its father in more than just its appearance.
He sounds just the slightest bit surprised that that did the trick, but he soon returns her chuckle.
“I still don’t think yer outta place. A Hemlock makes its home wherever it’s planted, +
@faephotograph odd tone, one that betrays he doesn’t like having to say these words.
“If ya can’t stake yer worth in bein’ there on yerself, stake it on the fact that he chose /you/ to be there with ‘im. That also leads me to believe that he don’t actually think that’cha don’t belong, +
@faephotograph an overly flashy exterior comes a fragile ego an’ a lack’a sense’a self.
Ya’ve got a good sense of style without needin’ all those expensive adornments. A flair that fits /you/ an’ makes a statement on who ya are, not what ya have. That’s a good thing, sugar plum.”
@faephotograph I don’t even need to see yer competition to say that with confidence.” And say it with confidence he did, there wasn’t a single iota of hesitation in his voice as he spoke, unlike his next words.
“As for lavish? Well, I can’t speak on that bit. But what I can say is that with +
@faephotograph There’s only a moment of silence before Jack’s voice sounds again. This time it’s a different kind of upbeat, one that sounds a bit more casual and almost dismissive.
“Don’t belong? Gracie, yer a researcher. There ain’t a single place you don’t belong. We’re needed everywhere, +
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“Ya say that like yer askin’ my permission.”
He laughs just slightly at the notion, a grin easily returning to his expression as he shakes his head.
“Not everythin’ ya do has t’be passed by me.” Anymore. “Besides, I know I couldn’a said no anyway. You’d’ve done it +
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she set the now empty mug down, offering him a bright smile. “really? i promise i’ll be so safe—i’ll call you every day and i can tell you about my research.” she hadn’t even considered the casino aspect—her focus had been entirely on her research. “when have i ever gambled?”—
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regardless. I know how ya are when ya’ve got yer mind set to somethin’, Gracie.”
Jack opens his mouth to say something about the gambling comment, and then Grace continues and he shuts it again.
“That’s better. An’ I know, but don’t go startin’. Especially since ya’ll +
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Well.
Yes. I think yer standards should be sky-high in every category, but.
《 Don’t listen to him. If he had his way, she’d be literally unobtainable. 》
But understandin’ is a good first step.