❖ 017 // [Voice]

[crisisrain]

[There's an old fart standing on the roof of house #12. How he got up there, or rather, when he got up there is a complete mystery he respawned there. In his hands he flips through the pages of the journal, looking for anything remotely interesting that he may have missed. After a while he speaks up.]

It's kinda windy today, don't ya think?

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[crisisrain]

Ya haven't punched me yet, that's a first!

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[herotypical]

Believe me, you really don't want to be punched by me.

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[crisisrain]

Considerin' our conversation about weapons. No I really don't.

Are ya gonna punch me if I don't like the sacred peanut butter?

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[herotypical]

I try not to get unnecessary with the violence. But I might give you a good old shove.

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[crisisrain]

I'm gonna be honest about it ya know. It seems ta mean an awful lot to you.

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[herotypical]

Your lack of taste experience is what means an awful lot to me. If you don't like it? Well, then I'll just have to go find a new friend.

[She throws a grin over her shoulder.]

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[crisisrain]

Haha, it's nice ta know the delicate balance of our friendship lies in the hands of a jar!

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[herotypical]

Hey--at least I tell you exactly where you sit, right?

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[crisisrain]

Ya do have a point.

[Well they're approaching the store now, time to lead towards the ~*amazing*~ wonder that is peanut butter!]

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[herotypical]

[She is well-acquainted with where to find the crunchy stuff. Buffy heads in and grabs a jar, unscrewing its cap with a smile.]

Go for it. [She holds it out to him.]

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[crisisrain]

[He takes the jar from her, well might as well just stick his finger in there and give it a taste.]

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[crisisrain]

...............

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[crisisrain]

OK, you win. This is pretty nice stuff! It's not too sweet either, more salty. [He eats some more, great, now he's going to get an addiction to it.] I can see why ya like it so much!

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[herotypical]

[Buffy nudges him, playfully.]

Imagine it in a sandwich.

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[crisisrain]

Why waste it on bread!

Wouldn't happen ta have a spoon would you? [MY JAR. MINE NOW.]

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[herotypical]

[She looks around, and then settles for leaning over the shelf and grabbing a package of plastic forks. Buffy tears them open, hanging Raven one.]

This is the best I can do.

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[crisisrain]

It'll have ta do. [He's practically hugging that jar as he eats it. Why couldn't he have nice jar related peanut products back home?] Think this stuff works on crepes?

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[herotypical]

Definitely. They're kinda just like really thin sandwiches, right?

[She grabs a fork for herself.] Not gonna share?

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[crisisrain]

Could always grab another jar! Two is better than one and all that, 'sides my fingers been in this one.

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[herotypical]

Fine. [She gives him one serious eye-roll, grabbing a small jar for herself.]

Still, glad you approve.

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[crisisrain]

Just reminds me to try cookin' with this sometime.

[He stops shoveling it into his mouth for a moment and looks around.] If anyone saw us eatin' peanut butter out of the jar, in the middle of the shop, ya know I have no idea what they'd think but this is great!

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[herotypical]

They'd probably just write us down as lunatics. [She unscrews the cap of her own jar and dips in for a forkful.]

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[crisisrain]

[He leans back against one of the aisles.] I think I've got the lunatic part down well enough already! They just don't know what they're missin'.

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[herotypical]

We should get the word out. Spread the peanut buttery love.

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[crisisrain]

Hmm... maybe I'll mention it the next time I need ta use the journal again. I'm sure the kids would love this stuff!