Jack blinks at the cakes as they land on the tiles. (He's working his way back up to fast movement, shut up.)
Oh! A peace offering!
Since telekinesis is a no-go without EVE, he crouches down with a grunt to collect them. Roughly three seconds later there is absolutely no trace of creme cake existence.
Jack straightens with a bit more ease. That took care of the fall damage, if maybe not his injured pride.
"Better," he says informatively.
Okay mister Sinclair, you're off the hook for now. He rubs the small of his back to get out the rest of the ache.
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Oh! A peace offering!
Since telekinesis is a no-go without EVE, he crouches down with a grunt to collect them. Roughly three seconds later there is absolutely no trace of creme cake existence.
Jack straightens with a bit more ease. That took care of the fall damage, if maybe not his injured pride.
"Better," he says informatively.
Okay mister Sinclair, you're off the hook for now. He rubs the small of his back to get out the rest of the ache.
"...What now?"