Re: jack and adrian: repose news
He didn't seem particularly concerned about the impression he was making, or the lack thereof. He was too busy absorbing the content of the reaction to be personally moved one way or the other by Jack's apparent unwillingness to be annoyed. This close, in full light, there was something a little disconcerting about those light colored eyes. They focused tightly, but the pupil was blown, wide and deep as an addict's. And the light colored iris seemed too gray, almost blending with white sclera at the edges, the pupil not as dark as it should be - as if a cataract film across the entire eye created only an impression of brightness, a cloud that obscured the light.
"Maybe I make rent selling books," he said, to both points. To 'nubile' being too hot for the press, he just rolled his eyes. His hanging leg swung and thumped the desk, shaking loose a clot of mud from the sole. "Why would anybody live in this fucking garbage town?" A hypothetical, obviously, but with a spike in volume. Real frustration, not hypothetical.
Quicksilver, he dropped back into sweetness, as if he'd had a pleasing thought. He dropped two fingers on the edge of the macbook lid, pressing it down and snicking it closed. He scooted a little closer to Jack. "There's nothing to do," he said. "So I make my own fun."
So he hadn't come to write, or to bring back books - what a shocker. He shrugged his shoulders. "You got me. I was bored. You were throwing shit out windows, I thought I might at least get to hear a decent story. So what was it? Girlfriend trouble?" He rested his chin on his knee. "I'm here for you."