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Outside the Kwik Stop, Tuesday

Jay and Silent Bob were having a lively discussion of Rubenesque art. That is to say, Jay was talking loudly about fat chicks and Silent Bob was sighing and shaking his head. They're hear for all your . . . Jay and Silent Bob needs. Or something.

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Pippi walks out of the Kwik Stop slurping on a... Well, a slurpy.

Lecher-senses tingling, Jay turned to hit on the female, saw the pigtailed girl, and mentally calculated 'jailbait'. Not fast enough to keep Silent Bob from elbowing him in the ribs warningly.

Bob waved cheerfully at the girl.

Pippi sised up the guy who turned around. He showed up as a huge bright blip on the "creep-dar".

She waved back at the waving, non-creepy, guy and grinned.

"Hi, I don't think I've met you before."

[[ooc: FH Pippi is 14 rather then 9, but she's still in Pigtails... Not sure if that makes a difference... Or if I hope if it does or does not... ;)

Jay nodded at her. "I'm Jay and this is my hetero lifemate Silent Bob. Tubby here don't talk much."

Silent Bob nodded his agreement.

[[Still major jailbait for our boy.]]

"He doesn't? Why not?"

*slurp*

[[I'm going to go with "wphew!" :)]]

Silent Bob shrugged. He pointed at Jay and make a talking hand that seemed to blab endlessly as he rolled his eyes.

Jay punched him on the shoulder. "Nah, don't listen to him. Tubby doesn't talk 'cause he knows I do it better."

Pippi looks from Silent Bob to Jay, and back again, and then back at Jay.

She sips her slurpy.

Jay bounced from one foot to the other. "C'mon, little girl, we told you our names. What's yours?" he asked belligerantly.

*sip*

"Pippi."

*sip*

"Longstocking."

*sip*

"Nice to meet you."

She sips again and holds her hand out.

Jay looked at the hand like it was about to steal his weed and Silent Bob reached out to shake it, raising an eyebrow at the firm grip, shaking his hand a little when he drew it back. He jerked his head towards the school with a inquisitive expression on his face.

"Yup." She said to Robert and continued slurping her slurpy.

"How about you?"

Silent Bob made a face, shaking his head. He folded his arms and leaned against the wall, nodding contentedly.

"Yeah, the tubby bitch is right," Jay chimed in. "We don't need no education -" He turned towards Silent Bob, who began nodding in time as ~~they~~ he broke into song. "We don't need no thought control. Teacher! Leave them kids alone!" Jay and Silent Bob slammed into an air guitar solo, Jay slightly more enthusiastic about it.

Principal Dewy would like these guys they made similar esoteric music references.

She stood there watching the two of them rocking out to their anti-education anthem and wondered if this is how she appeared to the teachers back home.

She couldn't decide if the possibility that they did bothered her or not.

Eh. Fuck it.

She put her slurpy down and started dancing around with them.

Silent Bob grinned at her as he continued to rock out, and Jay continued to wail out the words. "No dark sarcasm in the classroom, teacher! Leave those kids alone! Hey teacher, leave those kids alone." Silent Bob bobbed his head, almost headbanging and mouthed the words along with him. "All in all you're just another brick in the wall, wall, wall . . ."

Pippi is pogo'ing around baning her head, one of her braids comes undone.

And she joins in for the chorus.

Unfortunately, her slurpy gets knocked over somehow while they're dancing around.

Awwww.

Slurpy foul.

While doing his best Berserker impression, Jay slipped on the spilt slurpy, flailed a bit, and landed flat on his back.

Silent Bob stopped his dancing and air-guitaring to point and laugh. He dug into his pocket and came up with some change, holding it out to Pippi and jerking his head towards the store, miming slurping on something.

Pippi assumes that Bob is miming slurping on a slurpy... Because when your Mama is an angel in heaven, your Papa is a cannibal king, and your Grandpa was the scourge of the seven seas... The motion Bob is currently making could mean any number of things.

"Aw, thank you Silent Bob but you don't have to buy me a new one. I got store credit." she tosses the crushed cup into the trash can. "I would like another one, care to join me?"

Bob grinned and held out his arm in what could possibly be a courtly manner, glancing smugly at Jay, who pouted and muttered something about "macking", "jailbait", and "honeys". He pointed at her undone pigtail, then at himself, then mimed braiding something, raising an eyebrow quizzically.

[[*facepalm* Headcold has overridden subtext centres of brain.]]

Pippi's eyes swivled up to her undone hair and tilted her head to Bob.

Jay sneered. "Tubby here is such a fairy he likes braiding hair. Plays with his Barbies every night, doesn't he?"

Bob rolled his eyes, patiently enduring every insult as he always had. He shrugged to Pippi, looking a little shamefaced as he tacitly admitted to Jay's first statement.

Pippi silently decides that Jay doesn't get a slurpy.

When Bob is done Pippi checks it out in the store window.

Wow, that was a good job, she should have him redo her other braid.

She gave Bob a thumbs up and took his arm.

Bob grins. He's pleased with the result, too. He didn't get much practice. Jay would never stay still long enough unless he was passed out. Straightening and assuming a haughty, almost regal expression, he escorts her into the Kwik Stop, ignoring the dirty look from the proprietor.

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