[yeah, no, he's taking his hand back to himself as if jack just burnt him with raven's flames. except— not as dramatic, just withdrawn and suspicious, what in the world is wrong with jack? he was never this quick to reject a touch if he rejected it at all.

oswald's getting a liiittle bit tired of all of these strange occurrences and things.]

How much is 'enough', Jack? You didn't look like you were doing much at all— [other than... running over to him and giving him a good scoop up; he'd rather not have a repeat of this though, it's uncomfortable.

jack himself is someone who makes his skin crawl, so maybe he shouldn't be surprised. poor little terrified thing—]

—I've no reason to not wear what I please.

[thank you very much, he rather likes black and white and blood red wrapped all around him. that's the scheme of his bedroom too, not that he's letting jack anywhere near that. he honestly just doesn't have a reason to change it - he's not 'glen baskerville' yet (though he seriously doubts it'll change then either) and he has no reason to avoid darker colors or red), so.

he's keeping his color palette.]