011 [video]

[fn_rebel]

[Jet's holding an apple to his face, which is twisted in slight distaste.  He'd seen and eaten enough of these the past week to make him content for a lifetime.  Yet, there's a pile beside him on the table - so he not-so-graciously adds it to the top and visibly scoots his chair away.  He never wants to see them again, and so he looks to his PCD.]

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[voice | private]

[fallenapple]

We'll take them. Don't waste any, kay?

[Funnily enough, there's no trace of the anger that was present in her voice not just a few days past.]

[voice | private]

[fn_rebel]

Uh...fair enough. I don't know I can help you carry them all back...there's a lot.

[Her mellow tone is actually really throwing him off.]

Want my coordinates?

[voice | private]

[fallenapple]

What, ya ain't enough of a man to do it?

[To her, this mocking tone is normal.]

Yeah, sure.

[voice | private]

[fn_rebel]

Is that a challenge?

[He's looking for a barrel or something now. He's gonna throw his back out for this.]

[x,y]

[voice | private]

[fallenapple]

If you're man enough.

[There's a definite sneer to that.]

I'll be there in ten, tops.

[voice | private]

[fn_rebel]

If I damage myself carrying a load of apples, you're making up a cooler sounding excuse for the public.

[He chuckles a little.]

Alright, I'll be here.

[voice | private --> Offline]

[fallenapple]

The public deserves the truth, don't ya think?

[True to her word, she's there in nine minutes, already chowing down on an apple when she gets there. Putting a hand on her hip, she gives a cocky look to Jet.]

Come on! Let's go!

[Offline]

[fn_rebel]

No I don't.

[He looks up with a smirk. The fact that she made it in the odd number she said? It amuses him.]

I got most of 'em to fit in this barrel. [Which he now hesitantly lifts with a grunt and starts walking to get alongside her.]

Kyoko, right?

[Offline]

[fallenapple]

[She strolls over to his side, giving a grin at the boy struggling to carry that barrel.]

Good to see you remembered it. You're Jet, ain't ya?

[Offline]

[fn_rebel]

[His pride is forcing him to return it. Jet incapable? No. Never.]

Yeah. Not too hard to remember, I'd hope.

[Offline]

[fallenapple]

[And to that, she makes sure to help with none of it.]

Nah. Even if you're a bit easy to forget.

[Offline]

[fn_rebel]

Ouch.

['Pretending' to wince is easy because, well, this barrel's really doing a number on him.]

What kind of world are you from?

[Offline]

[fallenapple]

[She stops for a moment, actually considering that question. She hated thinking about her home world, and the problems that carried over to here, what she left behind.]

...

One where a guy like you would get killed pretty fast.

[Offline]

[fn_rebel]

[It makes Jet subconsciously freeze up because, hey, he does die. It seems possible in just about any world, but he continues solemnly.]

I can hold my own in battle...anyone can die in anyplace - that doesn't tell me much.

[Offline]

[fallenapple]

[She notices- but surprisingly doesn't comment.]

...

A normal guy, you know. Someone that would do somethin' like this for someone else without asking for anything.

[Someone human.]

[Offline]

[fn_rebel]

[He appreciates that.]

I'd like to think I was that good a person.

[A somber smile.]