It had been an interesting morning for Jack, to say the least. By the time he'd finished at Juno's, he'd wandered back to his own room with the mugs, left them on the bedside table, then simply plopped onto his unmade bed and passed out once again. He'd woken up once to pee, gone back to bed, then finally woke up one more time somewhere around mid morning to see that half the house was freaking out over whatever the fuck was going on with those damn voices.
He'd stared at the computer screen for a few minutes, not really reading anything before he'd used both hands to rub at his face and made his final decision. He was going through with the Big Plan. Thankfully, he was apparently getting help. He'd showered, then typed up the idea, glad for the quick response time he'd gotten from a good number of his housemates. He hadn't really forgotten his promise to Juliet, though he had been contemplating flopping back down onto the mattress for another hour or so of snooze time when she messaged him. Well, there was no way he was going to disappoint.
He hadn't made his way to Cassi's yet, so he dressed in the black tank top he'd gotten from Them, and his own black dress slacks, not bothering with shoes or socks. After all, they weren't really going anywhere. He glanced at himself in the mirror as he brushed his teeth for the second time that morning, his free hand going to his hair to lightly play with the mess of thick blonde fur that covered his head. The length was now allowing for the shape of unruly curls to drift at the ends, but not enough for him to get annoyed. He didn't feel like actually doing anything about it, and hell, that recently-rolled-out-of-bed look was still in, right?
He stifled a yawn and was in the middle of stretching, contemplating if he could call his hairstyle still-planning-on-rolling-back-into-bed instead when he pause halfway through the doorway, tilting his head at the pretty redhead waiting there. Redheads. He loved redheads. It wasn't lost on him that Evie was one of those too, but...that was different. That was Evie.
"Juliet?" He tested lightly, a smile curling the corners of his mouth as he tilted his head a little. "Jack," he added, proving that the initial question was fairly rhetorical, pointing a thumb in the direction of the name written across his door without looking, then offering his hand. "Nice to meet you, finally."