Jack's smile echoes his. The belting bled a lot of the defiance, a lot of
the bitchiness, out of him. He straightens up onto his knees and peels his
t-shirt out of is head, kicking out of his jeans. He turns towards Poison,
still on his knees, wrapping his fingers in the hem of his t-shirt,
starting to pull it up.
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Date: 2016-05-12 06:45 pm (UTC)Jack's smile echoes his. The belting bled a lot of the defiance, a lot of the bitchiness, out of him. He straightens up onto his knees and peels his t-shirt out of is head, kicking out of his jeans. He turns towards Poison, still on his knees, wrapping his fingers in the hem of his t-shirt, starting to pull it up.