Neither Church nor Tex nor York seemed to have any inclination to take Caboose out. And he had been dying to go out and see the town. There were amazing things in town. Like ice cream and shops that sold neat things and playgrounds. He liked playgrounds.
He had been peering through windows, pressing his nose against some of them, when a girl had touched his arm. And he blinked. "I'm four!" If she said so.
From the moment he turned around, River knew there was something...nice...about him. Something special. (Special was a surprisingly fitting term.) He was taller than her but River was used to craning her neck for the Spartans. Head lolling to one side, she puckered her mouth thoughtfully.
"No. Rather you are minus one. York is four. Though sequentially you are the fourth." Her eyes took him in, narrowing slightly. "Chronologically even despite your oddity."
"Different sorts of four." River quirked her mouth into an amused little smile. "Because you're also the last one. Dragged along. The Red sort, even though you're on a Blue team."
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He had been peering through windows, pressing his nose against some of them, when a girl had touched his arm. And he blinked. "I'm four!" If she said so.
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"No. Rather you are minus one. York is four. Though sequentially you are the fourth." Her eyes took him in, narrowing slightly. "Chronologically even despite your oddity."
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"Maybe I can be both! I am the un-four! Like how Seven Up is the un-cola." Maybe not.
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She held out her hand for him then. "River."
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