[He knew there were only two options — either he received a reply, or he didn’t. Even so, the words surprise him, set Jack on edge through habit alone, a thumb pulling down the hammer to his gun. Only half a second later does the quip register in his head, and he exhales harshly, refusing to make it sound like an incredulous laugh.]
Real funny. ‘Specially since there aren’t supposed to be any chickens in there, neither.
[Jack would rather be confused than slack-jawed, and he’d rather be irritated than confused. So he settles for one of the emotions he knows best — plain old weary agitation — and commits himself to his next action: clambering up that wooden ladder to reach the hatch, the silo shaking in time with each heavy step of a boot.
Figuring out what kind of threat now sits inside his rotted grain was priority, and though charging in didn’t do much to keep him safe, Jack’s recklessness pushes him forward more often than not. Gun in one hand, rungs of the ladder in the other, he continues—] You got a name, “amigo”?
[Ratchets up the sarcasm, sure, why not. Anything to steel his spine as he reaches the top, pushes back the hatch, and— well. Slowly peeks in, eyes and gun-first.
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Real funny. ‘Specially since there aren’t supposed to be any chickens in there, neither.
[Jack would rather be confused than slack-jawed, and he’d rather be irritated than confused. So he settles for one of the emotions he knows best — plain old weary agitation — and commits himself to his next action: clambering up that wooden ladder to reach the hatch, the silo shaking in time with each heavy step of a boot.
Figuring out what kind of threat now sits inside his rotted grain was priority, and though charging in didn’t do much to keep him safe, Jack’s recklessness pushes him forward more often than not. Gun in one hand, rungs of the ladder in the other, he continues—] You got a name, “amigo”?
[Ratchets up the sarcasm, sure, why not. Anything to steel his spine as he reaches the top, pushes back the hatch, and— well. Slowly peeks in, eyes and gun-first.
Better not shoot him, asshole.]