[Unfortunately, Jinx died.
Even worse, Roll was the reason he died. Without the cake and the boys, Jinx would still be putting his live on the line for fun. Anyway, Jinx is in his room sitting on his bed in the old clothes Roll had found for him. In his hand is something ~*magical*~.
Jinx finally got some eco. Finally. The substance he's been
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Once she manages to compose herself, she washes it and waits for it to dry a little bit before answering.]
I think I have something of yours.
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Is it long?
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It's your scarf.
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Then it would only get more vulgar from there.]
That's great, mid bringin' 'em down?
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Missin' a bandolier, a scarf, some boots, pants, an' a shirt. Seen 'em?
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This belong t'you, then? [Because Tank Girl really likes it, and is thinking of keeping it for herself.]
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Jinx is really torn between letting her keep the damn thing and taking it back.]
Yup. It's mine. Mind bringin' it over?
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Welcome back.
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Decisions decisions~]
Thanks.
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... I'm sorry.
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'S fine.
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[Xanxus has his paaaants~]
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[Because Xanxus has decided that he doesn't want to get out of bed, he sends his liger to return the pants instead~ Aren't you happy, Jinx.
Since rooms don't lock anymore, and Bester is an intelligent little thing, he has no trouble opening Jinx's door, holding the pants in between his teeth by one of the corners.]
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