Jack laughed. "I hate it when you call me that. It's fuckin' annoying." he growled. "And you find this funny?" He turned to Jack. He hummed "Smooth Criminal", acting like he didn't laugh.
"Hm. You couldn'a told me sooner?" He shrugged. "We should probably start moving my stuff..." Jack then remembered... "What're we gonna do with him?" He gestured toward the man on the ground.
Jack crossed his arms, blowing some hair out of his face (It was longer then. Jackknife convinced him to cut it later on.). "More like I will," he growled.
"Yeah, I'll go into your room. But... I have some stuff I need to myself in there. Like... My music..." He sighed a little. "I don't know if you like the same genres of music I do." He chuckled a little. "Plus I play it really loudly."