Jack and Blake: Fanservice
Jack shrugged. "I don't know," he said, "but half the time, I have no idea what these students are thinking. They were skirts or wifebeaters in the dead of winter, they got tattoos that say 'bazinga' or they dance to music that sounds just like a dial-up modem."
Jack ran a hand through his short hair, which was getting less damp by the second, as did his body. His trunks almost did not cling to him anymore. Almost. "Is that a valid concern? I mean, it seems as if things between you, Ryuuko and Wendy are going... not bad." Their house was still standing, as was the school. And Wendy proved to be surprisingly demure. Jack had no love for the wendigo, but so far, Wendy had proved he was not a raving killer.
So far.
Jack stretched and rubbed his hand over the taut skin of left arm, before ending up in a full-on stretch. He nodded at Blake's leg. "What happened there, anyway?"