Jack's features seem to be completely disconnected from the rest of it. Simply a blank slate, unaffected by whatever is going on in his head, whatever's being said, indifferent to every small piece of the world around him, including the boy longuing around on his bed. The ring drops into Chase's palm and Jack's eyes lower eventually to regard it distantly.
"I'm pissy everyday."
He mumbles in a deadpan, distracted more than anything else as he looks at his doppleganger's palm and the ring sitting innocently in the center, before his lips finally pulls into a smile, and his fingers move from his wrist to pluck the bit of jewelry away from him.
"Good boy." With all the patronizing tone within it, though, as the one hand pulls the ring away, the other moves forward to grip in the front of Chase's shirt, dragging him over the space left between them. Probably actually making him crawl a little if he wants to not flop his face directly into Jack's chest. The ring itself gets dropped onto the floor nearby the bed - it was always more the principle than the object. Well, it's a lot the object, but he has fucking 16 of them, okay, he's not worried about one getting floor-dust on it. The free hand moves back to Chase, cupping the back of his head to guide him closer to Jack's face.
"There are easier ways to get attention."
But this works too. Proven enough in how Jack dips his head, pressing lips to Chase's that isn't particularly chaste, but isn't incredibly heated. More languid, like there's all the time in the world to sit here and nip teeth at Chase's lips, curl his fingers into his hair and gradually pull and twist at the strands.
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"I'm pissy everyday."
He mumbles in a deadpan, distracted more than anything else as he looks at his doppleganger's palm and the ring sitting innocently in the center, before his lips finally pulls into a smile, and his fingers move from his wrist to pluck the bit of jewelry away from him.
"Good boy." With all the patronizing tone within it, though, as the one hand pulls the ring away, the other moves forward to grip in the front of Chase's shirt, dragging him over the space left between them. Probably actually making him crawl a little if he wants to not flop his face directly into Jack's chest. The ring itself gets dropped onto the floor nearby the bed - it was always more the principle than the object. Well, it's a lot the object, but he has fucking 16 of them, okay, he's not worried about one getting floor-dust on it. The free hand moves back to Chase, cupping the back of his head to guide him closer to Jack's face.
"There are easier ways to get attention."
But this works too. Proven enough in how Jack dips his head, pressing lips to Chase's that isn't particularly chaste, but isn't incredibly heated. More languid, like there's all the time in the world to sit here and nip teeth at Chase's lips, curl his fingers into his hair and gradually pull and twist at the strands.