[ Sometimes Isaac believes that this is the best way to do business. If the blood isn't hot, it's congealing on the floor. Dead. Cold. He watches the motion with a vague boredom before his eyes flick over to meet Jack's face. ]
More like common courtesy, but sure.
[ He walks over to the window now, dropping his coat somewhere haphazardly.
It lands on a chair and slides down in a puddle of blue. It smells like rain, a soft drizzle from about ten minutes ago.
("Fucking rain.")
Jack is not daunting, ambitious and broad in the shoulder with large hands and the smell of smoke and whiskey and the sea clinging to him like ghosts, but he is hardly frightening to Isaac. Most might say stay away, he'll strangle you.
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More like common courtesy, but sure.
[ He walks over to the window now, dropping his coat somewhere haphazardly.
It lands on a chair and slides down in a puddle of blue. It smells like rain, a soft drizzle from about ten minutes ago.
("Fucking rain.")
Jack is not daunting, ambitious and broad in the shoulder with large hands and the smell of smoke and whiskey and the sea clinging to him like ghosts, but he is hardly frightening to Isaac. Most might say stay away, he'll strangle you.
Luckily, Isaac likes the strangling. ]