[ His hands slip into his pockets again as a fond smile touches his face. Fortescue must be something. He can tell she's quick witted. Something about her stands out, and that usually means he ends up in trouble with those sorts of people. They end up in his blue box and sailing the universe. Except he's missing his blue box right now. ]
It's a bit granddad, isn't it? [ He nods to it. ] It fits an old man like me.
[ Extremely old. So old he's got no idea how old. He pretends to be over 1,200ish now.
The smile turns into a worried expression again. Set, unmoving, and almost unreadable. ] Healing the worst of it isn't healing all of it, Fortescue. We've got no idea what Kore might of done to you on top of it. Eat up.
And! [ With a snap of his fingers he reaches into his pocket and pulls out cat snacks--don't ask where he got them. He offers the bag to Jazz. ] Some for Jazz too.
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It's a bit granddad, isn't it? [ He nods to it. ] It fits an old man like me.
[ Extremely old. So old he's got no idea how old. He pretends to be over 1,200ish now.
The smile turns into a worried expression again. Set, unmoving, and almost unreadable. ] Healing the worst of it isn't healing all of it, Fortescue. We've got no idea what Kore might of done to you on top of it. Eat up.
And! [ With a snap of his fingers he reaches into his pocket and pulls out cat snacks--don't ask where he got them. He offers the bag to Jazz. ] Some for Jazz too.