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If wasn’t exactly glad he was on the island, he couldn’t deny that he wasn’t enjoying it. That made him feel a bit guilty though, that he was relaxing and enjoying himself when his family was an entire reality away. There was no helping it, he knew that, if he could go home he would. Part of him felt like he shouldn’t be enjoying himself this

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For her part, Faye had made sure to stock up on all of the baked goods she could stomach every morning. It was the best time to eat, storing up energy for exploring through the rest of the day, when Faye was likely to go tromping off deep into the jungle, half out of a morbid curiosity over what was there, and half because she couldn't stand staying in one place. It wasn't worth bringing along too much food for all of that, as Faye had always been someone who packed light, hated weights dragging her down in any way. So there she was, bright and early, fork stabbing the two slices of pie she'd brought over from the bakery, and a magazine spread out beside her. The fashions delightfully aged to her eyes. It had all been peaceful, lovely, until she heard some mumbling, an incessant noise that she did her best to ignore until it became too much.

Slowly, she looked up, seeing a young man a couple tables down.

"You realize that there are other people here, don't you, greenhorn?" Faye asked, resting her chin in her hand.

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"What?" Sam asked, glancing around.

He hadn't realized he had been talking loud enough to disturb anyone. Actually, he hadn't exactly realized that he was talking out loud at all, his internal monologue tended to often be the same as his external one a lot of times.

"Was I saying the part of about the rocket launcher out loud? Because I'd really rather not be the guy who mumbles to himself about rocket launchers... but even if I didn't, now you know I was mumbling about rocket launchers. And it was totally in a hypothetical way, by the way."

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Now this was something else. Faye had spent plenty of time around people who rambled on and on, but they had never been quite like this. Jet, his ramblings included unnecessary information about whatever it was Bebop's crew was set to do for the day. Edward, her ramblings went on tangents and sometimes defied reason altogether, speckled all over the place until Faye was pretty much dizzy from trying to keep up. The difference was that this young man's rambling didn't surge ahead. It was much more a 'one step forward, three steps back' kind of flow, which had Faye blinking for a moment, before she caught on and sighed.

"You're not the guy who mumbles to himself about rocket launchers, you're the guy who needs badly to take a course on speech and speaking coherently," Faye replied, the look she gave him once again languid. "Also, you're so small that a rocket launcher would probably send you shooting backward."

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"I am not that small!" Sam argued. He couldn't help but have flashbacks to football tryouts though and how far he'd flown backward when getting tackled. Just how much force did a rocket launcher have anyways?

"And you were able to understand me perfectly fine, so apparently I can speak fairly well. Or well enough anyways."