Daxter was hiding something from Jak. He'd never been graet at it, but what could he have to hide here? If he'd gotten a girl Jak would have been very hurt indeed that he had been trying to hide it from it.
So yes, they were at the marketplace, and yes there were a great many things to distract him; on Daxter's coin for the time being. He'd already bought several small pieces of metal and a few small planes of glass; he'd been particuarly pleased about a fetching piece of ruby-red glass and was still eyeing it while he pondered.
As it was, he was nudging his friend to help them find some leather, and debating on trying to probe Daxter for secrets again.
If only he'd known that Jak was considering the idea of him with a girlfriend. That'd be worth a laugh since Daxter had one back home he could get past first base with.
"For Precursors sake Jak," Daxter said in exaggerated annoyance. He really wasn't though. "You could use just about any strap of leather to make your damn goggles. What we should really be looking for in some more ottsel-sized pants. Y'know, for your best buddy in the whole world."
He hopped from Jak's shoulder onto to side of a merchant's stall to see what was for sale.
"It's gotta be right, Dax." Jak muttered, looking over some of the leather at one of the stalls. Though, his friend had brought up a very good point, which Jak suddenly amused himself with.
"I'll take up sewing and make you a pair." Yes, He could picture himself sewing as well as Daxter could; it'd be a miracle the ottsel didn't fall off his shoulder from laughing. After a moment, Jak turned his occupied shoulder towards the stall to let Daxter better see what else lay on it, his mind was already elsewhere.
Daxter snorted. Jak sewing was beyond laughable, considering they were both better at demolishing than making anything. It was like the idea of Torn saying something nice to him. Hip hogs would fly first.
"So when did you become the expert on fashion," the ottsel asked, eyeing Jak critically. "I'm the one who got you in style." He placed a finger to his chin. "Although, you did have the good sense to keep in along the lines of what I gave you. So you might not be hopeless." The last part was definitely carrying a teasing note.
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So yes, they were at the marketplace, and yes there were a great many things to distract him; on Daxter's coin for the time being. He'd already bought several small pieces of metal and a few small planes of glass; he'd been particuarly pleased about a fetching piece of ruby-red glass and was still eyeing it while he pondered.
As it was, he was nudging his friend to help them find some leather, and debating on trying to probe Daxter for secrets again.
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"For Precursors sake Jak," Daxter said in exaggerated annoyance. He really wasn't though. "You could use just about any strap of leather to make your damn goggles. What we should really be looking for in some more ottsel-sized pants. Y'know, for your best buddy in the whole world."
He hopped from Jak's shoulder onto to side of a merchant's stall to see what was for sale.
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"I'll take up sewing and make you a pair." Yes, He could picture himself sewing as well as Daxter could; it'd be a miracle the ottsel didn't fall off his shoulder from laughing. After a moment, Jak turned his occupied shoulder towards the stall to let Daxter better see what else lay on it, his mind was already elsewhere.
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"So when did you become the expert on fashion," the ottsel asked, eyeing Jak critically. "I'm the one who got you in style." He placed a finger to his chin. "Although, you did have the good sense to keep in along the lines of what I gave you. So you might not be hopeless." The last part was definitely carrying a teasing note.
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