NKOTB A1 | Afternoon | Friday | June 17

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Ramona was still a pint sized blue chick and Nathan hadn't been able to sell her to a farmer for money. Of course, he hadn't been able to sell her because he hadn't tried to sell her but that was neither here nor there. The closest Nathan had ever gotten to a pet was the goldfish he'd had as a kid. That goldfish had lived for two days before

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Topher was in his alcove, minding his own business, when he heard... was that chirping? Inside the cabin? Okay, he had to figure out what was going on with that.

So he wandered around, and then --

"Is that a blue chick?"

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"It is! Congratulations on your eyesight! Well done, bravo!" Nathan said, giving Topher a slow clap before laughing. "I picked it up from my local chick dealer. Better than fucking acid, let me tell you."

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"Okay, stupid question," Topher conceded. "Um, better question. Why do you have a blue chick?"

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"What, a bloke can't have a pet in these troubling times?" Nathan joked, reaching to poke the chick with the toe of his shoes. "And when she's big enough, we'll have dinner!"

Ramona was going to smack him in the head when she was normal sized again. Maybe she'd forget or something and his head would be spared yet another beating.

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Topher wanted no part of that dinner, thanks.

"She looks kinda mad," he observed, squinting at the chick.

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Nathan tilted his head and gave Ramona a look before laughing. "Yeah, she does," he agreed, sounding pleased about that.

"You know Ramona?" Nathan asked, glancing over at Topher again. Apparently, he was finally going to tell the truth. "She turned into a fucking blue chick like two days ago right in front of me. This is her. Please, do take pictures so she won't ever forget this."

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Oh. Huh. He guessed there was some kind of resemblance there. And if people randomly started looking like other people here, then it wasn't that far a stretch to stating to look like a blue chick. Especially if, you know, you had blue hair.

Topher laughed, shaking his head at the ridiculousness. "And you have to, like... watch her until she's fixed?"

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"Well, I don't have to but I figured I should so no one steps on her," Nathan replied, shrugging. "Or eats her. Can you imagine that one, mate? Some fucking gremlin comes by and eats Ramona because I left her alone. I'd be riddled with guilt forever!"

Okay, maybe not but he'd probably feel bad for awhile.

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"Yeah, you should probably watch out for that," he advised, still squinting at Ramona. He supposed it wasn't her fault that Nathan was her caregiver, but if he was turned into a small animal and needed someone to look out for him, Nathan... wouldn't be his first pick. No offense.

"So... you're not really gonna, you know, cook her, right?"

Just checking.

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"No, I am not gonna cook her," Nathan said, giving Topher a look thinking he was serious about that. That would be cannibalism and he'd only do that if his plane crashed in the fucking Alps or some shit. You know, like that one movie.

"Why?" he asked, narrowing his eyes in an attempt to turn this around on Topher. "Do you wanna cook and eat her? That's just sick, man!"

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"No!" Ew! "I mean, you know, you just said the thing about dinner, so I was just making sure I didn't need to call -- would it be Animal Control in this situation, do you think?"

That was an interesting thought.

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"Wait, wait, wait!" Nathan said, holding up a hand. There was something far more important to discuss than what crime eating Ramona the blue chick would be. "You would fucking tell on me? You'd report me to the proper authorities?"

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"If you were gonna eat her, then yeah!"

Or not. It would depend on what kind of mood he was in. And if he personally got anything out of it.

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"That's a bit low of you, Topher," Nathan said, eyes still narrowed. "And what if they arrested me and tossed me in prison where my ass would be so fucking vulnerable to all the shenanigans that go on in there? Would you even feel bad?"

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He considered that.

"I mean, probably not," he said truthfully. It was nothing personal. He wouldn't feel bad if it was his best friend, either.

...Not that he had one.

"But I think I'd feel worse for Ramona if you, you know, ate her."

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"Does she know you're playing guardian angel for her?" Nathan asked, amused. "I didn't picture as someone that needed a guardian angel but here you are, swooping in to save her from the perils of a frying pan."

[Heading home from work so AFK for a bit!]