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Jesse raised a brow. "And how's that work, then?" He glanced sidelong at Lee, wondering if the fluffy fella was due another meltdown at the new suggestion.

Jesse growled in discomfort. "What does the game matter, anyway? What happens if I walk right out that door and back to Zeke's two-bit cabin?"

"No," said Jesse, grimly. "There ain't."

Jesse's grin faltered. "He conceded, right? Game's over, y'all." One eye twitched a little at the idea of getting his clothes off among company.

Jesse smirked to himself. Surely the poor lycanroc would back out of this rather than feel Jesse's paws all over him. Poor fella would surely melt like so much ice in the desert sun. "Well, Lee. Looks like we have ourselves an opportunity t'get to know each other better. Are y'happy to let me go...

Jesse pawed at his cheek fur and groaned. "Whyyyyyy does nothin' ever make any goddamn sense in this reality?" He steadied himself against Lee. "Yeah, Zeke, we got the journals. Why d'you ask? And, uh, Wii. Gimme somethin' to make yer ears burn, will'ya?"

"Right you are." Jesse strode back into the cabin's living area with Lee in tow and faced the Wii. "Got any datin' options fer m'self and my pal here, you fuckin' decrepit contraption?"

Jesse smirked to himself. "Well, I ain't especially suspicious of anyone right now, and everythin' is bullshit. Let's kill time. What say you 'n' I go on a date, partner?"

Jesse sighed. "Yeah, yeah, sure thing I guess." He planted the empty can on Zeke's desk. "We can hear you from wherever 'cause of how this shit works. If y'need us, just call, I guess." Jesse gave Lee's back a pat and head back to the lobby.

Jesse downed the energy drink with a grimace. It wouldn't help with the temporal bullshit, but whatever. "Hey, thanks pal. Anyway, uh, hate to break it to ya, Zeke, but that clock thing ya got sure looks like a regular countdown timer t'me. Got about a day and six hours left on it."

Jesse stretched out each part of his body, letting the smallest bit of tension out after gradually building up to a breaking point before he witnessed Abigail's feat of improvised skiing. "We still gotta get a grip on this thing, y'all. Zeke, y'got a timeframe fer those calculations of yers...

"Well, string me up. Holy shit, Abigail. Colour me fuckin' impressed."

"Gaaaawwwwds I fuckin' hate this universe."

Jesse smirked to himself, but he decided not to tease the poor fellow. Even if it had been a while since he'd enjoyed having someone around so obviously into him. Instead he caught himself smiling, genuinely smiling, at the sight of Lee fussing over the kid. The lycanroc really was a decent...

Jesse took a cup without looking, and shot a wry smile, brow raised, at Lee. "Well ain't you just the easiest fella t'read without my telepathy," he drawled. What if he DID have some telepathy back... everyone was using their powers again... He reached out casually to brush at Lee's surface...

"Zeke, buddy. Fuckin' pull yerself together and level with me. What's yer problem with the kid?" asked Jesse, moving protectively in front of Gen without thinking about it.

Jesse shrugged expansively. "She got it into her head that she oughta, so she gotta. Figure'd I'd let her. Maybe she'll have fun." He smirked sidelong at Zeke. "I can hear Rally goin' on about Arceus to the poor gal. You're damn right I'd be lucky not to."

"Shit, right, the lift. Not rightly clear why yer headed up there, but it can't hurt t'see. Here, lemme lend ya a paw."

Jesse spared a glance for Gen. "Don't worry, son, we'll sort this out, one way or another. Zeke might be an oddball but he seems t'know what he's fuckin' doin'. And I know I ain't givin' up, whatever comes. So neither should you, y'hear?"

"Hard t'say. But if you assumed fer certain that votin' fer someone would imperil their soul, that kid, Oshawott Gen? He never fuckin' voted fer anyone. He oughta have kept his soul." Jesse sneered. "Maybe in yer own world, Abigail. In mine, human souls are like fuckin' beacons."