[ jack will be jogging, near running, down the neheda halls in the direction of his room (he's not completely counting on chase to deliver him okay he would just like to get there asap, because showing up without clean water or weapons sounds like suicide rn). so, chase will have to keep pace.
or, well, be dragged, because as soon as he appears, jack (looking like he just ran a marathon and got punched in the face a couple times halfway through) will be gripping the front of his shirt, and aggressively enunciating at him: ]
Now!
[ he will tell you once he's in his room and packing okay. or after they've been stolen from the ship. not a lot of time at the moment, and he isn't willing to waste it on chitchat. ]
[Chase makes a little urk! noise as he is suddenly dragged forward. He realizes, belatedly, that Jack is being so persistent because he hasn't even started packing yet. He'd just assumed that the prince would already have it done, for all that he seems to follow every order the instant it is given. For all he bothers Chase to do the same. He grabs at Jack's wrist so he doesn't get shaken by the fabric of his own shirt, noting the ever-improving coordination.]
Alright, fine, jesus.
[His eyes flash, and they're standing outside Jack's room without ceremony. Jack is officially never allowed to call Chase reckless, after this.]
[ poof, and jack's looking at the front door of his quarters. awesome. the door slides open for him and jack's making a fast march into the room, looking down at his cuff to assess the time he has left, and how he should use it. ]
Something came up.
[ he's speaking loudly enough for chase to hear him over the rustle of the bag he grabs, and the supplies he's shoving into it - clothes, rations, water (lots of water), guns (sniper rifle strapped over his back), ammo, all things that are useful and necessary. sadly, not as much in the way of his awesome clothes, though some rings still get dumped in. ]
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consignment INBOX
action u deserve this for what you've done
GOD
[Chase abandons his mostly-packed stuff and appears in a swirl of magic next to Jack, looking wildly impatient.]
What are you even doing?
:'3 ilu2
or, well, be dragged, because as soon as he appears, jack (looking like he just ran a marathon and got punched in the face a couple times halfway through) will be gripping the front of his shirt, and aggressively enunciating at him: ]
Now!
[ he will tell you once he's in his room and packing okay. or after they've been stolen from the ship. not a lot of time at the moment, and he isn't willing to waste it on chitchat. ]
no subject
Alright, fine, jesus.
[His eyes flash, and they're standing outside Jack's room without ceremony. Jack is officially never allowed to call Chase reckless, after this.]
no subject
Something came up.
[ he's speaking loudly enough for chase to hear him over the rustle of the bag he grabs, and the supplies he's shoving into it - clothes, rations, water (lots of water), guns (sniper rifle strapped over his back), ammo, all things that are useful and necessary. sadly, not as much in the way of his awesome clothes, though some rings still get dumped in. ]
Someone I had to punch.