( This really shouldn't be so high up on his list of most alarming ways he's snapped out of a disassociative state, considering the sheer quantity of unbelievable things he's seen and experienced. And yet... Anybody who judges him has never looked directly into the gaping maw of a goose and seen those horrible little teeth. It's like looking in Pennywise's deadlights or something. )
How?!
( He demands, absently gripping at Rhy's arm for stability as the guy nearly knocks him over. Shoes squeak on the floor as they Scooby Doo themselves into a serviceable sprint. The goose is not to be deterred, and holy shit those things shouldn't be able to waddle this fast. )
What do you want me to do? Find a bigger fucking goose? I'm not really a bird guy!
( Which is to say, Jack is normally a brave individual. It's just that there's a line between bravery and foolishness, and he'd like to think he knows exactly where that line ends.
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How?!
( He demands, absently gripping at Rhy's arm for stability as the guy nearly knocks him over. Shoes squeak on the floor as they Scooby Doo themselves into a serviceable sprint. The goose is not to be deterred, and holy shit those things shouldn't be able to waddle this fast. )
What do you want me to do? Find a bigger fucking goose? I'm not really a bird guy!
( Which is to say, Jack is normally a brave individual. It's just that there's a line between bravery and foolishness, and he'd like to think he knows exactly where that line ends.
Geese. )