❛ You are so fucking OBNOXIOUS!!! There is literally not a single good thing
about you, holy shit. Yeah, you are right, it DOESN’T fucking matter. You know
what matters?? THIS. ❜ Oh, yeah, that’s Vaas leaning forward and headbutting
the shit out of your ugly, STUPID FACE!! Hope you’re happy now, baby Jack.
The exact goddamn personality of a baby, except worse, and Vaas wouldn’t
headbutt an actual baby. This type of baby, though?? Don’t expect it to be the
LAST time, fuckhead.
The blow isn’t exactly a surprise– he should have known better than to poke at something so rabid. ( But with results like this !! This guy is too much fun. ) He shakes off the pain from his reeling head, gloved hand raising to wipe away some of the blood that’s started to pour generously from the new gash on the bridge of his nose. And here he’d been so nice !!
“Wow—- you’ve got a thick friggin’ skull.” He pinches between his eyes and sways a little as a wave of dizziness washes over him. “I cant believe you actually just headbutted me–” He laughs, lips dripping in his own blood.
“You’re really fucking lucky I like aggressive.”
Jack flicks the latch on his belt, wrapping fingers around the hilt of his knife as the cloaking device on his pocket watch activates, bending the light around him and making him effectively invisible.
“How about we play a little game, pumpkin?” Jack’s voice echos. ( Because Jack would headbutt an actual baby– in fact, he’s done a helluva lot worse. )