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JGoB, Thursday Afternoon

"Are you sure you want all of these?" the lady behind the counter asked, holding up the giant box full of strawberry pastries. There was another one like it sitting next to her on the counter. "There's... they're a lot."

"I'm a growing boy," Dante said, grinning as he leaned against the counter. Was this basically one full paycheck's worth of food? Yep. Did he particularly care? Nope. He could die tomorrow. Sometimes you had to splurge on the PG-13 stuff. "Oh, and get me a couple of those chocolate things?"

"...Chocolate," the lady echoed. It was kind of against type.

He shrugged. "A friend of mine works Thursdays," he said. "By the way, when are you off work?"

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Rhys has found the junkyard this week and had been slowly accumulating things he could use to build an arm. Because things were heavy and he had to carry them all by his lonesome.

This would be why he took a break by one of the shops to catch his breath. "Why are there so many stairs?"

He wheezed and waved a little once he noticed Dante.

Dante looked over his shoulder and... spotted poor Rhys. He blinked.

Then he gave a casual wave back, frowning some. He swiped his boxes off the counter and walked towards the door, pulling it open. "Someone is not doing his cardio."

"We invented cars for a reason," Rhys replied. "God, I want a car right now. With air-conditioning and leather seats."

"We can get you a rickshaw," Dante said, smirking. "No leather or A/C, but it's bumpy."

"Rickshaw," Rhys repeated. The alliteration was completely unintentional. "Ha. Good one. Like I need more things likely to kill me."

"You think a rickshaw's going to kill you?" Dante asked, parking his shoulder against the storefront.

"I think a rickshaw in these stairs will." Because he was a ~~pessimist~~ realist.

"I'm impressed you even leave your room with that attitude," Dante commented.

"Ha ha. Hilarious." Rhys rolled his eye. "It's just being safe."

"Is it because of your arm?" Dante wondered. "You get in an accident or something?"

Rhys looked at the arm that was still there before it registered. "Ah, no," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck with a nervous little laugh. "That was--that was something else."

WORST. QTE. EVER.

"... Like what?"

Because seriously, Rhys.

Rhys deflated a little like a limp lil' noodle. "It's a long story," he said, actually sounding like the adult he claimed to be.

"But it's not what's made you this..."

He waved a hand vaguely, indicating all of Rhys.

"...Jumpy."

"I'm not jumpy," Rhys said oh so incorrectly. "I've just... got a finely honed sense of danger."

Thanks to Pandora and Jack.

"Jumpy," Dante repeated.

"Maybe a little jumpy," he granted Dante.

"Glad we're seeing eye to eye on that," Dante said. Beat. "Pun not intended this time."

Mostly.

Half?

Rhys rolled his eye anyway. "That'll get built after I'm done with the arm."

He jiggled the bag of wires and metal he'd managed to find.

"You're building yourself a whole new eye?" Dante asked, tapping his own cheek right under his eye. "Seriously?"

Just wait until you saw Phineas's set-up later, Dante.

"Well, it's not like I can use the old one," Rhys replied sarcastically. Because it was murderous. "Ahsoka said that kind of tech wasn't common here."

"No, it's not," Dante said dubiously. "That's some space-age sci-fi shit."

"Well, I did work on Helios." Wait, that somehow meant nothing here. "It was a space station."

"Huh," Dante said. "No wonder you're all starry-eyed."

Quit it with the bad puns, man.

"Starry-eyed?" Rhys stuttered. "I am not."

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