[As the days pass, in the very deepest spider-riddled corners of Jack's mind, he's hoped that Other Jack has forgotten about the whole thing entirely.]
[And then his Poke'Gear lights up.]
[He answers, all smiles as well. He is but a feeble old man, grateful for this very fashion forward mastermind's company!!]
Oh! How wonderful! I'll be there in about an hour.
[Because it's going to take that long for Jack to write up something like a will, gather up Edgar, his Murkrow, and finally drag himself out the door.]
[He arrives outside the Poke'Mart wearing a Houndour-inspired windbreaker suit and a knitted cap pulled down over his wild tangled hair. Edgar hops along in the snow behind him, pausing occaisonally to flail her wings in the snow and toss it onto her back.]
Good afternoon, Jack!
[He leaned in, pretending to be giddy and conspiratorial.]
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[And then his Poke'Gear lights up.]
[He answers, all smiles as well. He is but a feeble old man, grateful for this very fashion forward mastermind's company!!]
Oh! How wonderful! I'll be there in about an hour.
[Because it's going to take that long for Jack to write up something like a will, gather up Edgar, his Murkrow, and finally drag himself out the door.]
[He arrives outside the Poke'Mart wearing a Houndour-inspired windbreaker suit and a knitted cap pulled down over his wild tangled hair. Edgar hops along in the snow behind him, pausing occaisonally to flail her wings in the snow and toss it onto her back.]
Good afternoon, Jack!
[He leaned in, pretending to be giddy and conspiratorial.]
Or should I say boss!