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[quickattackjack]

Hi there! Wanna thread but don't have time/want to set up a whole post for it?
Does your character just wanna call and shoot the breeze? LET'S DO IT.

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Comments

[exeggutorhead]

What if you tied a string around her and had her drop from the ceiling by the front desk?

[The grin gets wider.]

[quickattackjack]

Perhaps. I wouldn't want to risk her getting broken though. Maybe I can convince a Pokemon to puppet her.

Envy! You've just given me a fantastic idea for this year's theme!

[exeggutorhead]

Oh yeah?

What, clown babies?

[quickattackjack]

A haunted toy store! Toys that are scary on purpose this time!

[exeggutorhead]

Ha! That'll be great--

Wait, what do you mean "this time"? Have you been trying to make toys that weren't scary?

[HE DOESN'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THIS. HE WANTS DEETS.]

[quickattackjack]

<sub>[Jack had been cackling to himself, already in love with the idea, already scrawling plans in his head--when Envy's question gets him to freeze, mouth still open.]

[!!!]</sub>

That's not important. Can I count on you to be my costume designer again this year?

[exeggutorhead]

[If Jack thinks Envy's not going to hone the fuck in on that suspicious reaction he's got another think coming.]

Well yeah, of course, I could do a lot with making people look like cracked porcelain or moldy stuffed animals...

[A significant pause. He could just be thinking about costumes. Jack could be off the hook.]

[But he's not.]

Are you sure it's not important? Because it looked like it might be important.

[DEETS DEETS DEETS]

[quickattackjack]

_{[Jack is ALL for launching right into ideas with Envy, but he knows he's been caught. He heaves a sigh and rubs at the soft spots under the rims of his glasses.]}

I may have tried my hand at holidays other than Halloween and things didn't go so well. I have one aesthetic. One.

[rosehecate]

He sounds like my Junior. He's always taking things that don't belong to him, too.

[And sadly he has always been a little kleptomaniac. Anthy tilts her head in return. For someone here to actually ask that isn't someone she's met before - she can indulge him, she thinks.]

...I don't think so. I'm not hurt...but I'm not alright.

[exeggutorhead]

[HE CAVED. The expression Envy's face can only be categorized as delight.]

Which holiday?

Not Valentine's Day, I'm hoping.

[He's actually not hoping because that would improve Valentine's Day by 5000 percent as far as he's concerned. But that doesn't have much to do with toys, either...]

[quickattackjack]

_{[Envy's excitement only gets a long, grim blink from Jack. He's not angry, it's just. Dammit Envy. ENVY DON'T YOU KNOW HOW SERIOUS HIS MURDER DUCK SHAME IS!!!]}

Christmas. Turns out what my friends and I think is jolly and what the rest of the world thinks is jolly are two very different things.

[quickattackjack]

Then I believe you and I are kindred in that respect anyhow. May I?

_{[Her weariness is contagious and he just...doesn't feel like running after that little purple snot of his right now. Jack gestures to the seat opposite her. It feels selfish, but maybe listening to someone else's troubles could help him forget his own.]}

[exeggutorhead]

[KIDS THESE DAYS, NO RESPECT FOR CRIMES.]

Oh no.

I dunno, I think the whole Santa thing could do with some added flair.

[Envy is one of those hot topic teenagers who thinks that literally every holiday should be Halloween.]

[rosehecate]

...I guess so.

[Klepto partners are great bonding material. She nods towards the empty chair, though.]

Please, do.

[quickattackjack]

That's what I thought as well! But I suppose not everyone is fit to wear the boots and beard...and coat...and sleigh.

_{[He frowns thoughtfully.]}

I do wonder what happened to those reindeer Finklestein made me...

[quickattackjack]

_{[He sits, somewhat awkwardly. No chair or table set in Johto was made to accommodate his stupid legs.]}

I know it isn't any of my business, and please let me know if you want to keep it that way, but what's the matter? I know this isn't the most cheerful place to work but...

[rosehecate]

[The effort to sit is appreciated. How does a man grow to be so spindly tall...]

...I'm just thinking about the new...mission. And. The friends I've made. [She looks down at her lap, folding her hands to rest there.] They're going to be there. I want to get to meet them. But...I don't...

[She doesn't want them to fall into the trap.]

[quickattackjack]

_{[Jack's shoulders seem to deflate. He props his elbows on the table and drops his chin into his hands.]}

I know what you mean. Every year we've always looked forward to the prom but this year...

[rosehecate]

...Will...will they recognize us?

[Will she go and meet the nice people who had begun to crack her shell open only to watch their faces melt into disbelief at who she really is?

No. This isn't fair. Not again.]

[quickattackjack]

It's hard to say...some of us blend in more easily than others.

_{[He's the only seven foot something scarecrow he knows. As Jack watches her, he has to wonder...is she like Walter? He ponders on this until a downright awkward pause has formed.]}

Why do you stay?

[rosehecate]

I see.

[Yeah she...doesn't see many girls with purple hair, or who might/might not be considered of Indian descent. But she's going to do her best, because it's all she can do.]

...I've never...lived on my own before. And if I'm here...I have someplace to stay. And - if the person is bad, I don't...feel bad about...causing them trouble.

[She really doesn't.]

[quickattackjack]

_{[Jack makes an understanding humming sound. She doesn't sound like a bad egg at all.]}

It's not so bad, being on your own...but with a friend around every corner in this place, you're never really alone.

_{[Jack studies her a little longer before leaning in and dropping his voice.]}

If you could avoid the mission all together, would you?

[rosehecate]

[...Is it safe to answer that kind of question? Would this fellow turn her in to the higher ups to be punished?]

...Yes. I. I hate places with lots of people. When it's so small...everyone's face blends together, and I can't...

[Fuck it. She's going to risk it.]

[quickattackjack]

_{[Jack gives her a sympathetic nod. While he adores crowds and attention himself, he's slowly learned to see others' point of view.]}

I can't blame you. If you wanted to, say, disappear when the lights go down, I could cover for you.

[rosehecate]

...Why?

[Why would you do that for her? For someone you just met...]

You'll get in trouble, won't you?