[Okay, that's close enough. It's certainly good enough to use to write EAT SHIT, JACK in big letters across the pod, in reverse so that it would be legible from the inside. Maybe one day, Jack will wake up again and he'll get to see this message staring him right in his stupid face.]
[Tim also draws a dick, right at mouth level. Because fuck you, Jack, that's why.]
I don't know. [He puts the finishing touches on the phallus. It's veiny.] Live, I guess. Make friends? See if the fine art of killing things and hunting vaults is marketable?
[It's not like he had to write much for Jack, anyway. Jack was sort of more concerned with what he could shoot or find for him.]
[And yeah, Angel, veins. Dicks have veins. And yeah they're also inherently kind of gross, but hey. Tim looks over at her once he's done with his phallic masterpiece.]
Angel blinks for a moment at that second part. It should seem obvious? That they're friends.. But Angel has had so few in her life...that people would want to be friends with her...it's a concept she's still coming to terms with, not something she'd ever assume from anyone. Least of all someone who was assigned to look after her or face who knows what kind of torture.
She smiles bright though. Even if it should have been obvious, hearing it confirmed means a lot to her. ]
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[Tim also draws a dick, right at mouth level. Because fuck you, Jack, that's why.]
I don't know. [He puts the finishing touches on the phallus. It's veiny.] Live, I guess. Make friends? See if the fine art of killing things and hunting vaults is marketable?
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I hope he can't recognize your handwriting.
[ Though she cringes a bit at that sentiment, too. It feels like tempting fate, to imply he might wake up again- ew! Veins? Really gross. ]
You...are under no obligation to keep watch over me, of course, but-
I hope I can remain a part of your new life, despite everything.
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[It's not like he had to write much for Jack, anyway. Jack was sort of more concerned with what he could shoot or find for him.]
[And yeah, Angel, veins. Dicks have veins. And yeah they're also inherently kind of gross, but hey. Tim looks over at her once he's done with his phallic masterpiece.]
Why wouldn't you? We're friends, right?
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Angel blinks for a moment at that second part. It should seem obvious? That they're friends.. But Angel has had so few in her life...that people would want to be friends with her...it's a concept she's still coming to terms with, not something she'd ever assume from anyone. Least of all someone who was assigned to look after her or face who knows what kind of torture.
She smiles bright though. Even if it should have been obvious, hearing it confirmed means a lot to her. ]
Of course!