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"Guess we'll find out pretty soon," said Jesse, wondering why shopping would be a priority for anyone besides Lillie, with her outfit predicament. "We'll be spendin' our first night in this world soon enough. Gettin' some rest will help us all, I'm right sure. Hope t'see you in better spirits...

Jesse took more whiskey from his flask to wash down the last of his muffin. What he really wanted were some decent poached eggs. Too bad. You couldn't always have what you fucking wanted, and that was the way of it. No point griping when you could take action. "You take a minute to get yer...

Jesse curled his lip back for a moment, then let it go with a sigh. "Maybe yer cosmog came t'this world too. Maybe there's a power here that can get y'home, like the power that got me to mine. Maybe y'don't find either of those but ya keep yer shit t'gether and try to make this world better...

Jesse shrugged. The anger was leaving him pretty much instantly; this was just a scared kid, she didn't know what he'd done. "We'll find a way t'fix it. ...You're thinkin' about this all wrong, Lillie. It ain't about whether yer achievements or capabilities are up t'scratch, what matters is...

Jesse couldn't care less what Lillie was or wasn't thinking. Whatever she felt so shit about, there was no fucking way it would register to him. At least not right now. He rubbed his temple to ease the migraine. "I'm hearin' yer thoughts. There's a difference. Anyway, kid, listen... Don't...

Jesse flinched as if he'd been slapped. "I volunteered fer the life I've lived," he growled. "I'm responsible fer bein' this way. I ain't a victim." It was his own fault. Every time he'd been hurt, or felt like shit, or let someone down, it had been because of that decision. A decision he's...

Jesse gave a nod of thanks and tucked in. {Have a lil' conviction, kid,} he sent, casually. {I know y'had a good reason. Victory don't come so easy to those as give up on theirselves this quick, y'hear?}

Jesse bristled at her immediate thought, but let it go. "All I know is, you ain't a bad sort, and they're adult humans chasin' you around. Sounds like creeps t'me." That seemed simple enough to Jesse. What was with this girl? And, more than that... "God it's fuckin' weird seein' human bodies...

Oh, yikes. Poor kid hadn't had much fun today, huh. "Relax," he drawled, "I just saw what I was lookin fer. The good news is, I reckon you'll snap back t'yer body the minute yer done in this world. The bad news is I ain't got much advice fer dealin' with those creeps back home. Best of luck...

"Oh, fuck." Oof. Jesse tried to laugh off his immediate alarm; who knew if the kid was even right? "Yeah I'm not gonna lie t'you, that's outside my breadth of experience. Hang tight, I'm gonna look fer somethin' in yer head." Jesse narrowed his eyes and initiated a pretty low level read of...

Jesse scratched behind his ear. Kid didn't seem offended... "Well, y'ain't an adult, right? I dunno what yer local legislation says, but where I'm from, the hard stuff is fer folks goin' on twenty. Weak beer fer you, partner. Anyway, yer new body is a property of bein' brought to a world meant...

Jesse smiled to himself. He didn't envy her the imagined experience with mimikyu eggs though, heavens... It had been tough enough to get used to being a fox, and he'd had to do it all over again after he got his memories back, and... Well. Nevermind. "Hey, it ain't so bad. Y'get a lotta free...

"Breakfast muffin fer me, thanks," replied Jesse. "Hot, if'n y'don't mind." "Well, I was summoned by my world's Voice of Life specifically to solve a crisis. So I did that, though I had t'find out what it was I had t'do and work up the courage fer it, first. I had amnesia, y'see. Didn't even...

"Ah..." He grinned, and sent a request for service to the staff. "Yeah, I sure have. I been a fox fer goin' on twenty-six years now. That's longer than a fair few of us have been alive for."

Jesse nodded and hid a smirk at how transparently not fine she was, even for regular folks. "Glad t'see ya in more suitable attire," he said, of her new outfit. "Was just thinkin' of havin' food if'n ywanna join me. I sure know when I was in yer position I coulda used someone who knew what it...

Lee eventually left to go torment some poor soul, and Jesse wished him a fond, if dry, farewell. He stuck around, slaking his thirst and nursing his migraine. The sneasel looked as if she'd had one too. Perhaps they could talk it over. Ah. The human-souled mimikyu was approaching. He couldn't...

"Sounds good t'me, Lee. Friends, then." Jesse raised his flask to Lee and returned the gesture. It seemed they'd be seeing more of each other, so long as they were here. And Jesse... Jesse was alright with that. <><><><><>

Jesse raised a brow and down the rest of his mug. "What, my fond friendship ain't enough fer ya?" he drawled. Then, sending directly into Lee's head, {Out with it, motherfucker. What do you want from me?}

Oh? Interesting. "I ain't gonna be able to keep an eye on you anyway. We're bunkin' with different fuckers, what happens when I'm not hangin' around ya is outta my paws." Jesse shrugged, had some more of his drink. "We'll play it by ear, then. If'n y'want to keep my fuckin' favour, you'll do...

Jesse contemplated this over a long drink of spiked tea. "I can see that bein' a recipe fer resentment right there, partner." He sighed in resignation. Whatever grudge Lee had built up wouldn't fade in a minute, especially if it had become... weirdly codependent. "Try to keep a civil tongue...