Once upon a time. Implying they can leave—or, perhaps, are forced to leave. "What happened, that two of you are gone?" he asks, and his voice is noticeably gentler, softer. Like he gets it, to some degree—he knows loss well enough to know how it can still hurt even a little while later, and it sounds like Jesper's grief is far less complicated than Jacob's own. "And...yeah. My twin sister, Evie, and her friend Henry Green."
Or, well, they're not exactly just friends anymore, if all the gushy looks Evie and Greenie keep exchanging are any indication. Jacob—knows it's being selfish, but he kind of hopes he doesn't have to deal with that here for a while. Not until after he's figured out where to put this misplaced grief and hurt over Roth.
Love. Jacob quickly ducks his head, a corner of his mouth tugging upward into something real. That's. Very sweet of him. Daringly so, at least back in Jacob's era, but perhaps things might be different here. He hopes so, anyway. "Well, now you're raising my expectations for it," he says, going for casual and hoping he's succeeded. "My schedule's wide open, so I might try going into it soon. You're not busy tomorrow, are you...?"
Is it flirting or is it not flirting? (It's flirting, a little bit. Nothing serious.)
"What a surprise, the magic entity can't talk to humans all that well." Jacob sighs. One of these days he ought to stop being so surprised when something unexplainable happens, or when he's told about something so fantastic he can barely believe it. Anyway. "I'm less surprised the artifact did that, though. I heard a rumor about a powerful artifact on my world that once blew up an entire building—one person barely managed to escape." This is actually true, save for the part where it's a rumor. It's Evie's fault, he heard it from her own mouth.
"Probably a good thing, to leave it alone," he says now. "Things like that shouldn't be messed with. Who knows what they'll do in the wrong hands? And in a place like this, it's hard to know whose hands are the wrong ones, and if there are even any right hands at all."
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Or, well, they're not exactly just friends anymore, if all the gushy looks Evie and Greenie keep exchanging are any indication. Jacob—knows it's being selfish, but he kind of hopes he doesn't have to deal with that here for a while. Not until after he's figured out where to put this misplaced grief and hurt over Roth.
Love. Jacob quickly ducks his head, a corner of his mouth tugging upward into something real. That's. Very sweet of him. Daringly so, at least back in Jacob's era, but perhaps things might be different here. He hopes so, anyway. "Well, now you're raising my expectations for it," he says, going for casual and hoping he's succeeded. "My schedule's wide open, so I might try going into it soon. You're not busy tomorrow, are you...?"
Is it flirting or is it not flirting? (It's flirting, a little bit. Nothing serious.)
"What a surprise, the magic entity can't talk to humans all that well." Jacob sighs. One of these days he ought to stop being so surprised when something unexplainable happens, or when he's told about something so fantastic he can barely believe it. Anyway. "I'm less surprised the artifact did that, though. I heard a rumor about a powerful artifact on my world that once blew up an entire building—one person barely managed to escape." This is actually true, save for the part where it's a rumor. It's Evie's fault, he heard it from her own mouth.
"Probably a good thing, to leave it alone," he says now. "Things like that shouldn't be messed with. Who knows what they'll do in the wrong hands? And in a place like this, it's hard to know whose hands are the wrong ones, and if there are even any right hands at all."