Ch. 9 - You only wish you could be like Jack of Fables

[originaljackass]

[Voice]

All the kids were packed at the beach yesterday. I took a stroll through there, just to be reminded that over half this place is under the age of seventeen. What a pain.

[Having spent a few centuries in a town full of immortals, teenagers and children were a pretty rare sight, save for those stuck at that age like Pinocchio and Ozma. So

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[touchofrogue]

[Weight set means Item Shop means 'Hello, Jack, I hope you like a little Bad Religion in the air' as that is Rogue's pick of the day.

She's at the counter reading, having already finished the daily sort. She glances up when the bell chimes and nods.]

[touchofrogue]

[Shrug.]

They seem ta be doing a good job.

[originaljackass]

Bad idea. I got a thing going with the girl there. [A pause and then he hastily adds:] Not a romantic thing. Just a thing. Complicated thing. Besides, I don't know a thing about making weapons.

[touchofrogue]

[...right. All aboard the 'Let's not go there' train.]

Well, then I'm out. Good luck figurin' something out.

[originaljackass]

Sure, thanks. [Dismissive handwave is go. He'll see if a bigger weight set works for him, but eventually he'll just move on.]

[touchofrogue]

[And yup, she's done talking. She'll just get back to her book, maybe skip a song on her MP3 and barely glance up if he heads out.

A regular prom queen, this one.]