FFM2: Cruxtables Are In Our Future
She had a dragon. A fucking eight headed dragon, tiny and flying around him being generally irritating and she would not call it off. All because he bought another haunted bowling ball. Zane grit his teeth and grabbed the first thing to his right, a silver platter? It worked as a shield, deflecting both tiny bolts of flame and the handfuls of gears that Jade was throwing at him.
He couldn't tell if she was doing it because he bought the thing, or because he stalked in and reminded her that yes, he could collect things, too. Or, as a very last option, she was pissed off with the last customer to leave Uncle Rashomon's Parlour of Nearly-New Commodities, who had been so unhappy about them not having the exact thing that they were searching for. So unhappy that, in an obvious lapse of judgement, enacted an annoying curse that had the staff up to their ears in stray gears and lingering phlogiston.
He humored her, and played target while she fished out the remaining gears from places they didn't belong. Maybe Jade would forget about the bowling ball.
Maybe.
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