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[e_delmar]

He's used to the howling winds and the star strewn skies that greet him come time to sleep. He's used to the memories of rough ground and cold nights and scratchy canvas; of horse blankets and linens that never quite lost the smells of their wives

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[jack_f_twist]

It's a shame about the resignation, ain't it? Seing as how there's a figure sitting on the other edge of the bed, tugging at a stubborn boot and cursing low under his breath. It's dark and dim and hard to see, but there's smell of tobacco (must a just come in from a smoke), and the curses sound an awful like a certain someone going head over ass down a slope after tripping on an unseen rock.

Jack never was much of one for mincing his words.

[e_delmar]

Never been a bit, and Ennis chuckles lightly under his breath as Jack goes on.

"Where you come from?"

Even though it should be obvious, even though it shouldn't matter, because hell, he's here, ain't he?

[jack_f_twist]

The boot thumps onto the floor and the bed creaks, him sprawling out on his stomach and whatever gets muttered gets muttered into the pillow.

It sounds sorta like "nowhere" but it's hard to tell, him lying there all loose and easy and his voice just a sleepy pillow muffled drawl.

[e_delmar]

It's hard to believe that he come outta nowhere just like that, but there ain't nothing else to believe in this strange place and he nods his agreement, his understanding that there ain't a damn thing about Jack Twist he does understand, and he leans in to lay his head on his shoulder.