Chilly Boulder, Saturday Afternoon

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Fred only knew that whatever was going on, he couldn't punch it in the face. That pretty much meant he was useless for helping deal with it.

So instead, he was eating a six-scoop banana split sundae. Just because he had nothing better to do.

Oh, Fred J. Dukes. He needed professional help, that man.

[ooc: Very open.]

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Tully decided to make an ice cream run for the folks at the town hall. It was, sadly, the best he could do. Other supplies were already in Mr. Twain's saddle bags.

He couldn't help notice Fred when he came in. He was after all, hard to miss. But he didn't say anything the guy's size. That would just be mean.

"How are ya?" he greeted him instead, while he waited for the ice cream.

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Fred looked up, a little chocolate sauce on his chin.

"M'fine," he said. "Don't think we've met."

He said it because he wasn't used to strangers striking up conversation.

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"Nope. I'm Tully Mars. I'm restoring the lighthouse over on the other side of the island. Nice to meet you."

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"Fred J. Dukes," he said, wiping his chin with the back of his hand. "PE Teacher."

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P...E teacher? Rrrrright. "How's that going? I hear the kids here are a little unusual."

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"Been fine so far," Fred said. "Had a kid fall asleep in class yesterday. That was weird."

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"Yeah it's been going around. I had to get two people to Town Hall yesterday."

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"Good of you," Fred said, digging into his ice cream. "Real hero."

There was a little sarcasm, there.

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Tully shrugged. He knew he was no hero. He was just a guy who helped out. And tended to run from trouble.

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Fred just looked over at him.

"Nice meetin' ya," he said, going back to his ice cream.