[Nyx reaches forward to grip the back of Jack's neck: a reasurring touch that turns into a one-armed hug.]
So long as it's not a malboro. All bets are off if I have to deal with one of those... [He falters. The name had been right there on his tongue: the most disgusting creature he could think of. But as with everything else he couldn't form a picture of what it looked like or why it was so distasteful.] ...whatever they are.
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So long as it's not a malboro. All bets are off if I have to deal with one of those... [He falters. The name had been right there on his tongue: the most disgusting creature he could think of. But as with everything else he couldn't form a picture of what it looked like or why it was so distasteful.] ...whatever they are.