Handsome Jack - Hero of Pandora (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thedifferencebetween) wrote2018-06-07 12:35 pm
thedifferencebetween) wrote2018-06-07 12:35 pm
thedifferencebetween) wrote2018-06-07 12:35 pm
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A kraggon is an alien animal that lives on Pandora's moon. And yeah, you can just go outside anywhere and talk to her and she'll talk back. Nothing special needed! Which right there is proof positive she's not a 'god', if she's answering direct questions.
[Gods didn't do that shit, they were too busy running the universe or whatever.]
I do have some Madonna! But a lot of it's later music, from the twenty first century. That...that was the greatest era in music history, just some of the most fan-fucking-tastic artists ever came outta the early twenty first century. They don't make'em like that anymore and it's a crying damn shame!
[And then comes the barrage of questions about Angel. Probably should have been expected but he holds up a hand anyway. Some things he just isn't down to talk about in any detail, not at this point. They just had a whole conversation about how they weren't looking to get serious, and deets on his daughter are for Serious Partners Only.]
She's pretty much an adult, honestly, but...look, I hate to be a buzzkill and shit all over the mood, but there's a lot of sad and uncomfortable stuff in the family department for me. My girl's had it rough, didn't always have an ideal situation, we've had some hard patches - it's tough being a single dad and running the biggest empire in the galaxy! - but she's the most important fucking thing in my life.
And I mean obviously I'm the coolest dad, but...it's nothing personal, we just aren't really at a point where I'm comfortable talking much about my daughter. Like I said, single dad, been a single dad since she was ten, and obviously you are enthusiastic about the fact I've got a kid which is great! Love that. But I still like to keep some boundaries when it comes to new friends and new lovers, and you're both in one. Don't take this the wrong way, you are friggin fantastic and I dig you a metric fuckton, I'm hoping you and me have a long and lasting friendship with benefits. But shit happens and I've learned to prepare in case of said shit.
Oh, and her name's Angel.
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[Even her hair seems to slump a little, slipping limp down her back.]
Sorry. Didn't mean to touch a sore spot- I mean, I get it, I got people I don't want to talk about neither. [None of whom where here, which seemed- weird. Unlikely there'd be corporate spies or assassins- or all right, assassins hired to take down the Handsome Fam anyway- wandering around the peninsula.
And really she'd just been trying to compliment him some more, and now things are all awkward. You're the host, Harley girl; find a way to fix it!
There are only a few seconds of uncomfortable silence; and then Harley pulls away, standing and crossing to her desk. She scoops up the hyena figurine in one hand - and scoops up the bottle Jack brought along, because it looked yummy as hell- before returning, settling in her old position cuddled up close with her legs across his lap. The bottle is set on the coffee table for the moment; and she holds up the action figure. Up close, the hyena is wearing a tiny pink collar.]
See this? This is Bruce. He's my bestest boy in the whole world- whole wide multiverse, now, I guess. [Harley turns him over in her hands, one fingertip scritching behind his ears like somehow, wherever he is, he'll be able to feel it.] The asshole who sold him to me had him in this cage that was way too small for one hyena and all of his mess; and then he tried to get me to pay in sex. [Her nose wrinkles, but a grin starts to curl at the corners of her mouth.] So I killed him, chopped him up and fed him to my new boy. Brucie likes to change things up from dog kibbles now and then.
[Harley doesn't have kids to offer stories about in return to hitting too close to home; the closest she can come is Cas, and fair play to Jack, she's like hell telling anyone here about Cas. But Bruce is almost like a kid. She has to feed him and clean up his poop, and that's basically parenthood.]
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[He's not pissed off or anything, he's not shy about establishing boundaries. It happens, it's part of existing and interacting with other people.]
[But he shuts up and listens, eyeing the little figure in Harley's hands. Yeah. Yeah he really has a specific type. And it's weird that he's met more than one woman who fits it. Pretty awesome! But highly unlikely.]
Smart move. Sounds like a real lickbag. The dude, obviously, not your dog. Dog sounds cool as hell! Hey, you like cats? I'll take ya to cat town some time - my boss and I made a town for cats. So I do have a town here, it's just full of cats.
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I'd like that, Handsome. I'd like that a whole lot.