(he snorts, of course he’s noticed– he’s pretty fond of the way they look on you, tattoo boy).you see all this shit on my arm??? i can deal with it. i’m a big fucking boy. you have to convince me to let you do that first, though!! you are kiiiiiiiind of a huge asshole. ( there comes his trademark, ear-to-ear grin. he shifts around a bit, deciding to lay down on his stomach. he’s still in view, of course. he’s not going to deny jack the sight of him sticking a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it up. he has a lot of those to share, amigo. )
sure, come over here and we can do drugs together and all that other fun shit. bring your fucking paperwork if you want. i will do it for you. aren’t i just the sweetest guy ever???
yeah like that’ll be hard. what if i say pretty please? and duh, i’m an asshole. but see– i’m funny with it, so it’s okay. you can’t tell me you don’t mc‘looove it… (he trails off, very suddenly and desperately needing a cigarette between his lips, preferably the one currently between vaas’)
holy crap, you really know the way to a man’s heart, don’t you? you know, I would, buuuut it’s top secret hyperion information. my eyes only. y’know. also i wouldn’t want to distract you from all that fun we’ll be having.
(he looks at the piles of paper consuming his desk and chews on his lip before throwing his echo a blank look) …i’ll be down in an hour or so.