i’m going to mcfreakin’ fuck you up if you say that shit again. you know how i feel about the shit that goes around the fucking internet. ( one hour isn’t too long, but for vaas, it’ll feel like an entire fucking day. time seems to move slower for him after he spent an entire week stressing himself out over what time really is. he lets out another sigh, a small whine lacing itself into the end of the sound. he’ll wait, yeah, but he’s not going to have fun while waiting. he’s never had any sort of patience, especially when it comes to people he likes. )
i was just offering, fucker. hurry. up. i want your hands on my face, and you want my drugs. don’t die while finishing up your work. you know where to fucking find me.
Jack’s grin is all teeth as he shuts off his echo. His mountain of paperwork can wait. (Or he could just pass it off to the new secretary, isn’t that what they’re for? Except he wasn’t kidding about it being his eyes only, and this is already his third assistant in two months and HR is starting to get antsy. He’s also debated ‘accidentally’ lighting the files on fire. His assistant too.)
It takes him forty minutes to get ready (five notifying his flabbergasted assistant that he’d be back soon-ish, thirty making sure his hair is fucking perfect and not a strand out of place, and another five barking orders over the station intercom for somebody to find him a goddamn fruit basket; fear of death really does make for a resourceful employee), and the next ten just to get out of his office and to the fast travel station.
He’s immediately met with the planet’s hot and muggy atmosphere, and he really starts to regret his habit of wearing so many layers. It’s coming to the end of one of Pandora’s long ass day cycles, the sunset painting the little island with warm hues. (It’s quite different from the vast stretches of desert and snow caps he’s used to seeing on Pandora, but the planet has any and every type of biome if you know where to look.)
Jack admires the way his (now completed) station looks from all the way down here. He thinks about how the sight of it will soon strike fear in the hearts of every bandit who sees it and grins smugly, taking of his jacket and tying it around his waist before making his way to Vaas’ compound. Speaking of bandits– he has a date with this one in particular.