[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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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.]
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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.