will-never-be-a-swan asked you:
“Jack!” she cried, giggling at what she learned. “Metro Man thinks you’re cute and the man of his dreams!”
Jack turned his head from where he was sat on his bed, cast still on his leg. At least now he could turn his head, and they were back home…
“W-what?” he asked, face turning purple. “I’m w-what??”
Jack Maple 