madame-enigma:

wrapped-in-shadows:

A purple blush of embarrassment creeps across his face. He’s not used to being hit on, especially in such a teasing way, and it’s making him uncomfortable. “Th-that’s very flattering, ma’am, but I don’t think my fiancee would like it.”

” Typical.” She pouts with a sigh, coming up with the weirdest analogy she made up by far, ” The cute ones are always taken. Either that, or they are as gay as a sparkly unicorn running on a rainbow.” Enigma gave him a light punch to the shoulder, still in her random giggle fit, ” Well anyways, congrats. May you make tons of adorable blue puppy babies.” 

Jack barely kept himself from flinching as Enigma socked his shoulder. Even if it was a light, playful punch, it brought up bad, bad memories. “… Erm, thank you. We intend to.”

He didn’t like this person much so far, but thanks to a recent encounter, he knew that “blue puppy babies” were a very real possibility in his future – it didn’t bother him as much as it would have. “I don’t believe I caught your n-name?”

madame-enigma:

wrapped-in-shadows:

Jack frowned at the comment. He was very sensitive about his looks, after a lifetime of having been teased and bullied, and comparing him to Clark Gable didn’t make up for it. Still, he tried to be polite. “Um, th-thank you, ma’am. My name is Jack Maple.”

” You even have an adorable name. Double whammy right here.” She had no idea, how much her words effected him and continued her playful teasing as the chuckling didn’t cease, ” Your like the blue puppy I’ve always wanted. Can I take you home with me please?”  

A purple blush of embarrassment creeps across his face. He’s not used to being hit on, especially in such a teasing way, and it’s making him uncomfortable. “Th-that’s very flattering, ma’am, but I don’t think my fiancee would like it.”

[Raises an eyebrow, but he likes that idea.] I’d be happy to, Anon. I’ll just have to wait for an unexpected event. [Which, in this city, will no doubt come up soon.]

madame-enigma:

” Well hello peach fuzz, where did you get that mustache; at the 99 cent store?” With a little wave she begins to chuckle at her own joke before giving him a light pat on the shoulder. ” Kidding, you look just great. Reminds me of the character from Gone with the Wind. Very smashing.” 

Jack frowned at the comment. He was very sensitive about his looks, after a lifetime of having been teased and bullied, and comparing him to Clark Gable didn’t make up for it. Still, he tried to be polite. “Um, th-thank you, ma’am. My name is Jack Maple.”

[His eyes widen, and his face turns grape-purple.] Th-th-that seems like a waste of paint!

[But, he has to obey the meme. So he gathers up the mildest, easiest-to-wash-off paints and softest brush he has. He takes them to the bathroom (where there’s a large enough mirror), lays a dropcloth on the floor, shuts the door, and starts to work …]

“I just met my daughter from the future. I want to see her again, but I’m s-scared it will alter the timeline. And how am I going to explain it to Katelynn?”

[Smiles] My art skills. I’ve been drawing and painting since I was a child, and I kn-know I’m good at it. It’s nice to be able to do something I love so much for a career.

[Breathes a sigh of relief – that’s a fairly safe command.] All right. Let me see … [He bends down, very carefully resting his head on the carpet, then quickly pushes his legs up. With his slender, top-heavy frame, it’s easier for him than it would be for many people, and he manages to hold it for a few moments before he drops.]