Jack had still been sleeping at the time, refusing to leave his bed, the only place he felt content. A space just for him, which was nice. Though just those thoughts of Mr. T. was enough for him to stay put. He was a stubborn guy who refused many things, which would always serve a problem for others. Like a animal that refused to eat or do what it was told, that was Jack. It would not be very surprising if he confined himself to his room and not eat for 2 weeks. Then again, if that did happen, Jack would either die of starvation or die in the ring. But, Hounds were a fierce species, they could be unpredictable and cunning, like a fox. Maybe that was why they were an easy target for the Market? Rolling over onto his other side, his ears poking out from the blanket.<br/><br/>While under there, he could smell the breakfast from the kitchen that Rina was making. But even though his stomach was growling loudly, his body did not budge an inch. But after a few minutes of lying there, he finally sat up, forcing himself up from the safety of his bed. Deciding to take a shower, he went about his room to gather some fresh clothes for the day, and leaving his room towards the bathroom where he entered and locked the door. Undressing from the clothes he wore yesterday, he set those down before heading into the shower. The warm water was both a relaxing but also did sting at his skin. He didn't mind it much though. Calmly, he started washing off any dirt and blood from the ring yesterday, where the scars were clearly visible on his skin now.<br/><br/>That hot shower continued for quite a bit until it was finally turned off. Jack dried off with a towel and began dressing himself in the new clothes he picked out earlier. He wore a light blue v-neck shirt and a pair of jeans. The shirt did show a horrendous scar on his chest, which looked to have been from a whip, but not just any whip, it was a Cat o' Nine Tails, a brutal punishment. So clearly he had been stubborn since then too. Leaving the bathroom, he took his clothes back to his room to toss into a hamper. Sighing heavily, he headed down the hall and simply stood in the doorway that led to the kitchen. His blue-gray eyes were coldly watching Rina, his arms folded across his chest. His ears flicked a bit as he watched her. Of course he was still hungry, but he would refuse to eat as usual if offered anything. Despite his growling stomach's protests for food, Jack was not having it. He wouldn't.