molotov cocktail!

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tgp prompts

“Oh– I know the answer to that one! Me! I care–” He scrambled after her, like a little lost pup. Something had definitely gone wrong and he’d wound up in one of those old timey towns– like the Amish, but worse. It had yet to properly occur to him that he could’ve time traveled accidentally.

This girl [but possibly not-a-girl] seemed to know what was going on. She was collected, poised, and most of all– reminded him of Janet. Something he took a small sense of security in.

“I don’t know where my friends are, and I’m lost– but I’m really good at building and fixing things and making stuff blow up, so I can totally help if you need it. I’m just really worried that something bad happened.”

any time i had a problem and i threw a molotov cocktail                                        BOOM right away, i had a different problem.

      SHE MOST CERTAINLY IS A COP BUT SHE’S NOT ABOUT TO TELL HIM – not when it seems like a much more entertaining feat to leave him out of the loop. besides, her withholding information wasn’t entirely lying – she’d never say she ISN’T a cop.

      ❝   see – you saying things like that makes me think you’re about to do something illegal. but i don’t have to tell you anything – && i won’t. guess it’ll just have to be a surprise then, huh ?   ❞

“I’m pretty sure Pillboi and I just kidnapped a fat dolphin. Like-- it’s really fat and stuff. We’re keeping it in Donkey Doug’s pool and like, we don’t know what to do with it. Cuz we saw these dudes loading it into a car and so we stole the car, and of course-- we ditched the ride but now we have this fat dolphin with nowhere to go. It looked sad in the tank so we put it in the pool. It’s safe because the water comes from the ocean.”

That-- was likely a lot to process. Jason had indeed abducted an animal from poachers without realizing it. But it wasn’t a fat dolphin. As he opened the gate it became clear it was a manatee. It seemed fairly content in the pool, swimming around the perimeter.

Len nodded along as he listened to the younger man tell his story. Slightly amused by how animated he got but at the same time completely baffled by him. It wasn’t often that he met someone who wasn’t really intimidated by him. He also didn’t understand why he thought that he would be into dance.

“I could, that’s true. But it’s not exactly my cup of tea. I prefer the challenge of a good heist. There is nothing like that adrenaline rush for me.”

“But you gotta think about how you’re living bro. Like-- my buddy Pillboi and I used to sell drugs on the street. Only it wasn’t drugs, it was ground up baby asprin because we didn’t know where to get drugs except the drug store. But they didn’t have any of the good stuff there, which was weird, because it’s got drugs in the name.” He paused only briefly in his tale, as if expecting Leonard to understand his logic.

“I can assure you I think the general public would prefer me to keep robbing banks over joining a dance crew. I’m afraid I’m a horrific dancer outside of basic ballroom steps.”

“Even if you’re not a good dancer, that’s okay. I had this dance crew back in Jacksonville-- we were called Dance Dance Resolution: We Resolve to Dance and at LEAST two or three of the guys couldn’t dance. But that was okay because we just put them in the back of the crew where they did way easier moves, like the bounce or shuffle.” He explained pointedly, gesturing while doing so.