I was always jealous of something getting more attention

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[This is a playground!

And this is a Parsee, lurking inside the jungle gym and glaring at you. Yes, you. The jealousy in her eyes is so thick you could cut it with a knife! Wait, wrong metaphor...??? Even if you're bawling your eyes out over a scraped knee or the death of the family dog or some existential crisis, WHATEVER! She still wishes she

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[Young woman looking depressed and lonely on the swing set? "Young woman" is Parsee? Further investigation required.

If she's looking down, she'll see a pair of golden skates roll to a stop in front of her. If she's looking up, she'll see a familiar face grinning down at her. And if she's not looking at all, then... he'll have to nudge her in the forehead.

Hello again, Miss Parsee. What you doin'?]

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[dem skates

looks up]

....hey.

[just moping like the loser she is, nothing new here]

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Hi.

[Grin. Nothing new on his end either, except for the baseball bat he's got resting on his shoulder.]

Miserable?

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Like I ever feel anything else. [glances at the bat, smiles just a tiny, tiny bit.] You?

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[Oh yeah, he sees the way she looks at it and is quite amused.]

Same as always -- I want to use my bat. [It's his 'default mood'.]

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No one else in this town needing a whack?

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[His grin fades and he takes the swing beside Parsee's, looking a bit troubled.]

...They aren't so easy to find. [Not without his full range of power.]

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[She tilts her head to the side a little.]

That so?

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[His reply is hesitant] ...I could always find them before, the ones who needed to escape.

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[swings back and forth a little]

Guess you'll have to get that back later.

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Are you waiting for something, too?

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.....I don't know. Maybe.