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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

[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.

[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.]}

[rosehecate]

...I guess so.

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

Please, do.

[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?