(OOC: Note: This log takes place around the same time as the Interlude thread. It's also an experiment in writing dialect, so don't come whining to me if it sounds weird. I don't want to hear it.)
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Of course, the chance to eat out at a "high-ass-class" (according to Ace) buffet made made for every single attendant of the now world-famous boxing tournament (woe be to the chefs and waiters) could hardly be turned down. Certainly not by a two folks who still couldn't truly get the taste of haunted pumpkin out of their mouths from a day or two ago.

So, a small ways (but not tremendously far) from Badge, Jack, and their newly found raptor-with-a-jetpack friend, there sat a cat and a mole, very much enjoying their breakfast and chat together. For him, a high protein diet of eggs, chicken-fried steak, a side order of turkey sausage and some OJ. For her, a few fresh pancakes, a strip or four of bacon, a breakfast biscuit, and a tall, cool glass of milk.

"...Didn't you know a guy here with a moped, though?" she asked, cutting away at her buttermilk breakfast.

"Yeah, this otter guy named Jersey, lived in the central area. I toldju about 'im, didn't I?"

"Probably, but I think I forgot. Tell me again."

"Really... really great guy, total diamond in the rough, but he was like super, super gay. Like hardcore into it, he'd wear glitter eyeliner and... and rainbow tanktops and sh**. But he was really nice."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, like I'd say 'sh**, I forgot money for the bus,' and he'd say here, have this... f**kin'... uh, ten dollar bill."

"Hwow. That's my kinda nice."

"But he'd say it with a lisp or something like that. Like even if the sentence he was saying didn't have any s', he'd find a way."

"Well I kinda wish I'd known him, he sounds like a real fun guy."

"Anyway, this one time I--"

"...Y-you what?"

"Why aren't you eating your pancakes?"

"I have to cut them, first."

"Every last one of them?"

"Well, yeah."

"...Right. So. I was stuck in the middle of downtown with no ride, 'cause some f**kin' clown was drunk off his ass and half-thrashed my car. So, good ol' Jersey comes up to me..."

"Oh, good."

"It was a long walk back home, and I didn't have enough money for a cab. So I've got Jersey, the most flamboyant motherf**ker in the world, and his little... his little moped is like the last hope I have. So I was like, 'uuuuuhhh...'."

"So, did you do it with him? I mean, ride it? I mean, the moped?"

"Well sh**, did I have a choice!?"

"Hahaha! Oh, with your-- with your arms around his waist and everything?"

"Aauurrhh..."

"Hahahah hoho, wow, you poor thing."

"Y'know, I'm really jus' lucky I didn't meet anyone I knew around there, 'cause that'd be like, woop, six year's a' f**kin' street-cred down the drain. I mean I can't just go up and ask him, 'Hey, you mind slipping into something a little less flaming?'"

"Ha, now I really wish I met him. I bet you two looked so cute togetheeerr~!

"Aaaahh, shyaddap!"

"Heheheh!"

"What is it, anyway, with girls, and gay guys?"

"Well what's up with guys and gay girls?"

"That is..."

"Yeah? That is what, huh? What is that?"

"..."

"Yeeaah, that's right."

"Alright, fine, you got me."

"So we can agree we're both perverted in our own ways."

"Some more than others."

"Excuse me!"

"Heheheh."

"Whaddya mean by that, Daniel?"

"Nothin', nothin'... ... ...Heh."

"Okay, yeah, sure. I live for the thrill. And you'd be hard pressed to complain, wouldn't you?"

"Weeell, you keep things interesting."

"So, ANYWAY. ...Did'joo end up there in time?

"Yeah, I did..."

"..."

"..."

"Then what?"

"Caz, are you sure about this thing with your mom?"

"N'oooouuuughh..."

"I'm just saying, we prolly won't get a lot of opportunities like this anymore."

"..."

"So it'd prolly be a good idea if you at least met with her."

"...nnnnh..."

"You should be happy she's at least still around!"

"No, Danny, I don't always think that's the case."

"...Okay. Alright..."

"..."

"..."

"...sorry."

"...Nah, it's, it's okay. I shouldn't a' sprung it up on you like that."

"Hmh..."

"I'm gonna visit my mom before we leave, though."

"Your mom?"

"You can come along, if you want."

"...Okay, okay. I will certainly do that."


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