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[wrenchjockey]

Mun, what the hell are you doing. What is this, even. This might be fun, but you'll probably just make a big fool out of yourself. Let's... just hope this works.

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did you need your feelings today

[umbered]

... they never listen.

[friendly advice from a girl that doesn't even reach his hip. sounds legit.]

let's get this despair train on the road

[wrenchjockey]

Oh... Hello.

[awh, what an adorable little girl.]

Well. Yes. He's a bit of a... fool. Well meaning. But yeah.

[A shrug.]

Nice to... meet you. Jack Ryan.

chugga chugga uncontrollable sobbing

[umbered]

...

[well meaning doesn't always end well but that's not something for her to say. like her mun dragging her out here. what will grandpa think?]

Sakura Matou. It's... nice to meet you.

[she has to tilt her head back a little to look at him-- you're tall even by adult standards to her, mister jack.]

next destination: misery

[wrenchjockey]

[The road to damnation begins with good intentions, as they say. Screw grandpa, he's just a creepy old bugman.]

That's a pretty name.

[In a moment of empathy, Jack crouches down, till he is eye level with the girl.]

Nice to meet you too, Miss Matou.

[Oh god, Jack, you're being too formal.]

So. What... brings you here?

all aboard

[umbered]

[but remember the last guy that said screw grandpa :(]

... thank you.

[and even if it's not quite in her voice, it's sincere. it's been a while since anyone's shown her... any kind of regard as a person.]

My mun. [that's not much of an answer but it's the same for everyone, isn't it? (you're being too literal sakura)]

Re: all aboard

[wrenchjockey]

[Let's not dwell on the past. Too painful. Though if he found about about gramps...]

O-oh. Yeah. Of course. Same here.

[Smooth as hell.]

Yeah.

So. How's it... so far?

[umbered]

[flaming bees up the wazoo?]

It's fine. [there's really not much she can say about it-- she doesn't have to go to the bug room here and there's no grandpa... or much of anyone else, really.]

... they say muns can be really mean, though.

[a small glance up at him.] Do you like it, Jack-san?

[wrenchjockey]

[That or he'd take the simplest route. Flamethrower up his wrinkly old butthole.]

That's good, then.

[For Jack, that's a good thing. Nobody back home would miss him, or vice versa. Aside from the Little Sisters.]

Hm. Well, if your mun gives you trouble... you can come to me. I can fix 'em straight.

[Your bravado is pointless. That's not how it works, Jack.]

[umbered]

[just make sure you squish all the wriggly bits.]

...

[she's not sure what to say to that (maybe because she knows it's pretty useless or maybe because of the last person who tried to help her) but all the same, she gives a soft nod.]

You too, I hope... your mundane is nice. [shh, he is.]

[wrenchjockey]

[This girl really reminds him of the Little Sisters. A lot less cheery, though. Plain to see that she's 'seen some shit' as the phrase goes.]

Ah, yeah, he's a swell kid. Overenthusiastic about dumb things.

[He smiles, before standing up again.[

How's about yours, Miss Matou? I hope your mundane treats you well.

[rapturing]

It works, it works~ Big boys don't need toys.

[wrenchjockey]

Oh! Hello there, Little One.

How did you get here, huh? Mama Tenenbaum must be worried sick...

[rapturing]

Always been here. No daddies, no angels...

[followdaddyjack]

Daddy Jack!!

[wouldnotkindly]

[This is never going to get any less weird no matter how many iterations of himself he talks to, is it.]

If it does work out, you know you might never be left alone, right? [At least in his own experience, that's not always been such a good thing.]