[He sure is a weirdo, dang... The intensity is something Jack doesn't miss, and his face is a little different than he had been expecting. Still suiting in its own way, though.
His head cants to the side a little at the statement - the first one - and he hefts the axe back out of the dummy. It hits the floor with a sharp clang, though he's still holding it by the opposite end.]
It's still sad, isn't it?
[But he doesn't seem keen on lingering, for this reason or that. The observation-question will only be met with an upward rise of his shoulders, as if to say "YEP I SURE DO".]
There won't be any of those things out there though, probably. [A gesture over his shoulder toward the robot. And then, with a wave of his free hand:] —My name's Jack, by the way! What's yours?
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His head cants to the side a little at the statement - the first one - and he hefts the axe back out of the dummy. It hits the floor with a sharp clang, though he's still holding it by the opposite end.]
It's still sad, isn't it?
[But he doesn't seem keen on lingering, for this reason or that. The observation-question will only be met with an upward rise of his shoulders, as if to say "YEP I SURE DO".]
There won't be any of those things out there though, probably. [A gesture over his shoulder toward the robot. And then, with a wave of his free hand:] —My name's Jack, by the way! What's yours?