He disliked the association with his so-called dad, but nonetheless, Jack Horner practically oozed charm. When he was in his suit and with just the correct amount of stubble, he was irresistible to women. Of course, Fable women often had enough time to learn to resist him. But mundy women. Oh, mundy women were always easy. Maybe not always in Luceti, but if he were clever enough, he might realize his success wasn't all him, but a certain amount of popularity power. A power that was effectively halved in Luceti. But he'd been batting a little better lately. Maybe it was the power of a small amount of sincerity, but he figured it was just good karma catching up to him for the ten years of hell he'd faced prior to Luceti.
Jack made sure she was sitting well and proper before he took his place next to her. Already he was annoyed at the singing, but he was too busy thinking to himself how to turn this preschool nightmare into a bedtime fantasy. So as the boat slipped into the tunnel, he casually slipped his own arm around her. Naturally it was just so he could grab her attention and point out one little singing group of dancers that he thought was particularly horrific, but that she might think was nice.
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He disliked the association with his so-called dad, but nonetheless, Jack Horner practically oozed charm. When he was in his suit and with just the correct amount of stubble, he was irresistible to women. Of course, Fable women often had enough time to learn to resist him. But mundy women. Oh, mundy women were always easy. Maybe not always in Luceti, but if he were clever enough, he might realize his success wasn't all him, but a certain amount of popularity power. A power that was effectively halved in Luceti. But he'd been batting a little better lately. Maybe it was the power of a small amount of sincerity, but he figured it was just good karma catching up to him for the ten years of hell he'd faced prior to Luceti.
Jack made sure she was sitting well and proper before he took his place next to her. Already he was annoyed at the singing, but he was too busy thinking to himself how to turn this preschool nightmare into a bedtime fantasy. So as the boat slipped into the tunnel, he casually slipped his own arm around her. Naturally it was just so he could grab her attention and point out one little singing group of dancers that he thought was particularly horrific, but that she might think was nice.