#handsomehack

Just my luck.

The old saying (well, it was rather recent actually), was proving true: humans were the roaches of the gallaxy. Everywhere, numerous, hard to get rid of for good. Xaallo sighs.

@handsomehack​ said;

"I always WONDERED if I'd LITERALLY fuck myself-- but you know, the situation could never come UP and yet HERE we are." He's doing that cocky sort of lean that always drove Moxxi wild-- perhaps it would work on himself. Did he understand how or why there were TWO of him? Nope. Did he care? Not at all. But he knew he was looking at the genuine article, not one of those wimpy ass clones. And there was a promise he'd made to himself regarding this particular situation.

  and yet here they were. there’s a whistle leaving jack’s mouth as he looks--- well, himself up and down, lips curled into a grin to rival the other’s own, because he had absolutely no idea what was happening, nor how this was possible, but he was SO on board, regardless. 

@handsomehack​ said;

"Jesus FUCK are you hearing this guy? Just shoot him. Come on. You know you want to. Shoot him in the head. Bang. Right between the eyes. Pew pew. All you gotta do is pull the trigger, princess." He's bored as HELL-- stuck to this absolute fucking GOON who had as much BACKBONE as a varkid. "I'm going to DIE again-- of BOREDOM. If you don't do SOMETHINGGGGGGUH."

   “you’re not helping----” it’s said through grit teeth, in lieu of not having the guy he’s literally holding at gunpoint hear him converse with ... well, himself. rhys already painted a weird picture, anyway---sticking out like a sore thumb, while stuck down here on this god awful planet. with a murderous megalomaniac whining in his ear and judging pretty much everything he did.

 granted, it didn’t do any good for his lack of capability to handle a firearm--- much less shoot someone, given the tremble with which the gun was held. inexperienced. no doubt the bandit ought to realize that sooner than later and when he does--- well---- 

@handsomehack​ said;

"Listen up, sweat pea. YOU don't think. YOU don't make decisions. That all comes down to ME. Considering you got injected with my DNA and all, I'M still making the choices, even when you can't talk to me." There's an amused gleam in his eye as he pats his own cheek-- because that's all the man before him is-- another version of himself. "And if you get any widdle ideas-- I'll blow your head clean off. Seriously. I will."

  “uhh---” any protest the body double might have had practically dies in his throat as lips purse together, brows furrowed into a small frown. it doesn’t suit him--- well, it doesn’t suit jack, so timothy tries to school his expression back to something that won’t offend, if only to save himself the oncoming argument about that. that’s probably still going to come, anyway. not that he’d expect this little ‘meeting’ or whatever the hell jack might call it going any other way, all things considered. 

Jack slinks his arms around his double’s waist, none-too-subtly tracing along his abdomen. There was a narcissistic delight to it, touching a form so like his own. "Mm, I know..” He husks lazily, not bothering to stop the languid wander of his hands.

It dead was early, not a light on in Helios, not another soul awake. He’s unmasked - why hide his face from someone who shares it? - and his lips trace the curve of his double’s shoulder. They part with a sigh against it.

IT’S A JACK-OFF