indie jack harkness rp
from bbc's torchwood
written by jey
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“ myself. and a few different movies and such.”

“ that was a ONE time thing, and it was on accident. ”

“while i appreciate the insight, i’m going to politely ignore you now.”

“ was the initial name of this game ‘give my father alcohol poisoning’? ”

“ if you can reach my face, i will gladly let you punch me. ”

“ as the eldest of the two of us, it’s my responsibility to inform you of the harsh truths of the world. as much as it sucks, there’s no such thing as santa; i hate the cookies last night because i was hungry. ”

snorting into his glass, jack gives a roll of his eyes and a brief shake of his head before sipping his brandy. peace and quiet – it was a novel concept and a wonderful christmas wish, but the captain had little hopes for a peaceful and quiet holiday.
“ you and me both. ”

“ i didn’t catch on fire, zara. ” eyes roll as jack scoffs, lips fighting the urge to twitch upward in a smile. maybe he did catch on fire a little bit, but that wasn’t exactly his fault, if he recalls correctly.
“ you should have hung your own stocking. that was entirely your fault. ”

“ um. ”
words falter as he tries to make sense of his current state. shifting in the tangled lights, jack sighs as he proceeds to work through the knots that have him bound. he’s good at decorating, don’t get him wrong. lights, however, are always an issue.
“ they’re trying to eat me. ”

“ so, ” voice trails as head cants slightly. he’s used to this; gwen always plans out entire-day events during the holiday season. ( she’s kind of obsessed with christmas, it was adorable. ) “ do you mean share the cookie dough because … you always accuse me of eating it all. ”