[2] - Dude, this cabbage sucks.

[fthisgetmecigs]

[Action: Work hours, Grocery || All]

[Badou's been working at the grocery store that he's apparently been working at for years according to the magical-fucked up town. It's not too different from his world so he's picked it up fast. He'll help you find your carrots and canned corn and whatever the fuck you need to eat. He's been getting the

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[grocer]

[backseat_dragon]

-Oh hi, coworker. Don't mind Ashton. He's just stocking cabbage. Also he has dragons on his back.-

[fthisgetmecigs]

[Sitting while there's no customers and just sort of staring resentfully at the cabbages. Goddamn cabbages.] Those things can't be real. [Gestures at the dragons with the hand not holding the cigarette.]

Gotta be machines or some shit.

[Puff puff. Way to start conversation, Badou.]

[backseat_dragon]

God, I sincerely wish that were the case. But no, I'm stuck with these guys. Probably forever. Just my luck...

[fthisgetmecigs]

[All that is keeping Badou from throwing food at Ashton's back to see if the dragons catch it is common human decency. It's probably bad enough having two dragon-thingys affixed to one's back.]

Do they do any tricks besides lookin' menacing?

[backseat_dragon]

They eat my food.

[fthisgetmecigs]

[Oh the temptation to throw food at them now is growing unbidden.]

That sucks, man. [Takes a nice long drag.] So how long have ya been stuck with 'em?

[backseat_dragon]

I got stuck with these guys a little while ago, right before I was recruited to help save the galaxy. I kind of wish the recruitment had come first.

[fthisgetmecigs]

Saving the galaxy? [Okay, now he's heard almost everything. Exhales an exceptional cloud of smoke.]

[backseat_dragon]

It's about as crazy as it sounds.

[fthisgetmecigs]

Did ya succeed at least? Sounds like a comic book plot or something.

[backseat_dragon]

Well, yeah, we won in the end and all. Heh, folks back home didn't even believe me at first.

[fthisgetmecigs]

[Takes a long drag.]

Gonna take your word on it. I mean, having two dragons on yer back has to count as a honesty measuring stick somewhere.

[backseat_dragon]

There's usually no point in lying when your luck is as rotten as mine.

[fthisgetmecigs]

[Oh hey. Rotten luck party!]

Heh. Shit luck? I hear ya. [Doesn't elaborate any further and instead blows wobbly looking smoke rings instead.]

[backseat_dragon]

Seriously. Being stuck here is bad enough, but do you know how many times I've 'died' thanks to this town?

[fthisgetmecigs]

[Blows more wobbly rings.]

Considerin' I barely know ya, how many? [Oh right, he's heard that dying is a thing here.] Unless ya meant it rhetorically.