Jack, to say the least, was... nervous.
Not in a terrible or frightened way, but in a way one feels before doing something crazy. Like a nervousness before a thrill, the anticipation of a major change heading toward you. He had always gotten this feeling during his travels through various worlds. He had never known what to expect when he stepped into a new place and each one had always been exciting, but of course, not without danger. His wooden prosthetic was a solid reminder of that.
With a quiet expression, he stepped into the small office where he was going to be meeting the change head on in the form of a young fish boy by the name of Sushi. It was almost funny, in a way, to meet a fish person by the name of a style of preparing and eating fish. But there was something that Jack couldn't describe when he heard about the young man and everything in his being said he should pursue it and see what was leaving that feeling. It was intuition, a sign of that change or next adventure.
So now he sits in the chair, clad in a nice button up shirt and slacks with a coat draped on his shoulders. His prosthetic was covered by the sleeve of his shirt and a black glove over the hand portion. Although totally covered, it was obvious by the shape that something wasn't quite right. He closed his eyes, leaning back in the chair slightly while waiting for this new chapter to begin.
@Mint @Kait
Not in a terrible or frightened way, but in a way one feels before doing something crazy. Like a nervousness before a thrill, the anticipation of a major change heading toward you. He had always gotten this feeling during his travels through various worlds. He had never known what to expect when he stepped into a new place and each one had always been exciting, but of course, not without danger. His wooden prosthetic was a solid reminder of that.
With a quiet expression, he stepped into the small office where he was going to be meeting the change head on in the form of a young fish boy by the name of Sushi. It was almost funny, in a way, to meet a fish person by the name of a style of preparing and eating fish. But there was something that Jack couldn't describe when he heard about the young man and everything in his being said he should pursue it and see what was leaving that feeling. It was intuition, a sign of that change or next adventure.
So now he sits in the chair, clad in a nice button up shirt and slacks with a coat draped on his shoulders. His prosthetic was covered by the sleeve of his shirt and a black glove over the hand portion. Although totally covered, it was obvious by the shape that something wasn't quite right. He closed his eyes, leaning back in the chair slightly while waiting for this new chapter to begin.
@Mint @Kait