trying to go national treasure on me here

[treasurephilia]

Okay, okay, I admit it. At first, I thought I was going to be miserable.

But you're scanning Revolutionary War letters and getting paid to do it! You do know those two things are mutually exclusive in my line of work, right?




So, listen... I've, uh, heard a lot about the secrets of the Declaration of Independence....

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Stop me if you don't want spoilers for kh3d

[heartisabattleground]

[Head tilt.]

War letters?

I mind not the spoilers that may come!

[treasurephilia]

Yeah, uh.... [Twirls his hands a bit.] Letters military men wrote during the Revolutionary War. Neat stuff.

All right just making sure.

[heartisabattleground]

Soooo like the keyblade war?

[treasurephilia]

[And you lost him.]

...the what?

[heartisabattleground]

The Keyblade war, you know, the-oh...wait you probably wouldn't...sorry.

Well, haven't you ever heard of the story here all the worlds used to be one, before darkness went and swallowed them up, but the light in children's hearts reformed them into smaller worlds?

[treasurephilia]

[He's not sure exactly what kind of wacky weed this kid got into, but he's suddenly all for stricter drug regulations.]

Yeah, okay, maybe when I was five and Mommy read me bedtime stories. You seem a little old to be believing in Santa.

[heartisabattleground]

[Eyebrow raise. What kind of stuff are you on, Mister?]

Santa is real though, I met him. And it's true.

[treasurephilia]

Haha... ha. Cute. [He is now convinced Mom had a little sippy-sippy of ol' Jack when she was pregnant.

Keyblades. That outfit. Sugary sweet and innocent children hearts. Seeing Santa.... Wait.] Whoa, whoa, back up a minute. I get it now! Where'd you say you were from? [Because obviously the kid didn't even say.]

[flynnitomite]

Did you get dropped on your head, mate? That sounds boring as piss.

[treasurephilia]

Yeah, we'll see how boring it is when I the one swimming in a pool of eighteenth century gold.

[flynnitomite]

Is that before or after they make you employee of the month for your secretary work?

[heartisabattleground]

It's not cute!

[Going to huff up his cheeks and fold his arms.

However, he's going to give Nathan a look.] I never said where. But I'm from a place called Destiny Islands.

[treasurephilia]

Now there's no need to be upset just because I'd get employee of the month while you're still doing janitorial work.

[treasurephilia]

Sounds... [desperatelylookingforcorrectword] ...magical.

[flynnitomite]

Don't knock it. Janitor gets all the keys.

[treasurephilia]

H'yeah and all the trash.

Not to mention cleaning all those dirty toilets....

[flynnitomite]

Well I'm not angling for a promotion, am I?

[treasurephilia]

I never really pegged you for a CEO kinda guy anyway, Flynn. No offense.

[flynnitomite]

The six figures and the expensive, well-tailored suits would do me fine, but I couldn't keep the hours. Much better being a free agent.

Speaking of which, what's your angle on this one, Drake?

[treasurephilia]

[Suspicious Nathan is suddenly suspicious.]

Why? You're wanting in, aren't you?

[flynnitomite]

Now come on. What harm could it do?

[treasurephilia]

A lot when you start talking about what kind of cut you want.

[flynnitomite]

What do you say to sixty-forty?

[treasurephilia]

[He holds his chest and makes a painful(ly fake) groan of immense hurt.]

[flynnitomite]

What, overwhelmed by my generosity?