[His snarky response is interrupted when Jack gets a glimpse of that body he always teases the guy for. The clothes have always give him an idea, but actually seeing it and confirming is a different deal.
It's not like he didn't notice that the guy was attractive before, but that was ruined two seconds later when he opened his mouth.
It's that memory of their first argument that brings him back to reality, and Jack shakes his head, snapping out of it.]
[He rolls his eyes and looks back at the painting, trying to pretend he wasn't caught staring. And not just staring at anyone, not, but staring at this man. Ugh. What's wrong with him today? Bad Jack.
That last part though. Jack frowns at the paintings in front of him, lost in thought, coffee forgotten for now.]
Shouldn't it be the other way around? Doing what you love and just happening to get money from it? [He brings this up for a reason, personal reasons, and he knows it could take a dangerous path. But he can't help it. It's not like he has many people to talk to.] Or you don't think you can't make a living from it with relaxation?
I love my plants. I love growing them and fixing them up for people. [Which he does. ] It's just as relaxing. But I want something that's just mine. And this is it.
[Jack pauses, staring at the paintings again. Obviously something about this is getting to him, but he's stubborn.]
...thanksforsharing.
[It's mumbled rather quickly and not looking at man's face. And just like that, his shitty grin comes back, mischief in his eyes returning as he barges in the kitchen.]
So does Ozzie coffee spin the other way when you stir it?
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[Oh, he feels it, but he knows what Jack was gonna do, too. He knows.
He comes back through, still in the process of putting the fresh shirt on. Jack can enjoy those abs. ]
Because it's a hobby. If I did it for a living, it wouldn't be a thing I can do to relax. [He rolls his shoulders, smiling faintly. ]
Thanks for the compliment, though. Didn't know you could do those.
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[His snarky response is interrupted when Jack gets a glimpse of that body he always teases the guy for. The clothes have always give him an idea, but actually seeing it and confirming is a different deal.
It's not like he didn't notice that the guy was attractive before, but that was ruined two seconds later when he opened his mouth.
It's that memory of their first argument that brings him back to reality, and Jack shakes his head, snapping out of it.]
...what was that about your art again?
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Eyes up here.
[Away go the abbs, for now. Bye abbs. ]
I said that if I did it for money, it wouldn't be a hobby any more. I do it to relax.
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That last part though. Jack frowns at the paintings in front of him, lost in thought, coffee forgotten for now.]
Shouldn't it be the other way around? Doing what you love and just happening to get money from it? [He brings this up for a reason, personal reasons, and he knows it could take a dangerous path. But he can't help it. It's not like he has many people to talk to.] Or you don't think you can't make a living from it with relaxation?
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I love my plants. I love growing them and fixing them up for people. [Which he does. ] It's just as relaxing. But I want something that's just mine. And this is it.
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Something that's just yours...
[Jack pauses, staring at the paintings again. Obviously something about this is getting to him, but he's stubborn.]
...thanksforsharing.
[It's mumbled rather quickly and not looking at man's face. And just like that, his shitty grin comes back, mischief in his eyes returning as he barges in the kitchen.]
So does Ozzie coffee spin the other way when you stir it?