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Tweak says, "Born free...Til they caught me"

נεғғεяsση (haberdashery) wrote in theconsolelog,
@ 2018-06-04 16:39:00

Entry tags:

emma swan, jefferson, status: complete

WHO: Emma Swan & Jefferson
WHERE: Emma's Home - Cerulean City
WHEN: June 4th - Afternoon
WHAT: Giving Emma some Magic books & putting a lock on her door
WARNINGS: NA - Will Update
STATUS:Complete

Jefferson was counting the days and while it wasn't the smartest choice of action, someone had to keep track of things around here. And three weeks in, Emma not having a lock on her door was at the top of the reasons he was certain she and Hook were going to get them all killed before they got 'home'. If that were even an option. Hook wanted a ship for ship's sake, and this woman was sleeping with an open door....and he was the one raised in the Forrest.

He used the hat to jump into Cerulean City, though it was not in front of the shop he'd wanted. It was in front of the damned Pokemon Healing Center....close enough. The town was easy enough to navigate. Trying to buy a lock was harder than he'd imagined, so he merely bought the tools to put one together. Apparently the whole place was just as lackadaisical. Who wouldn't be when the focus was tiny little creatures that only knew how to say their names...

"Swan," The Hatter knocked on her door before entering and then doing so, closing the door behind him, shaking his head. Not even a lock on the knob. What kind of 'modern' society...nevermind. A waste of time. He set his hat on the hook by the entrance and moved to the nearest open room with a table to unload his satchel full of supplies. Notes, books, and now some tools to configure a lock for her door. He didn't bother waiting for her to find him before he started tinkering with the slider for her lock, assembling the screws with a tiny screwdriver he'd acquired. It's a good thing the people in Aboda Village didn't know how to sew very well. They'd all but given him all their coins for spending half a day fixing their clothing.

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haberdashery
2018-06-06 10:21 pm UTC (link)

And here he'd thought he was an emotional mess.

"And where is that fight and leadership now? Hmm?" He asked, folding his arms and looking over her as if it were something that could appear over her shoulders. "I want your help. Idiot. And when someone gives you a lock on your door to keep you safe? When they travel to diseased lands to barter coins they've earned working with the only skills they have to try and help you, maybe, you should take that as an olive branch instead of turning it into a pity party."

The Hatter moved around her to grab his hat, gripping the brim tightly. "What matters is getting home. Who or what you are, or what you can do is irrelevant. So long as you do something. You won't even try to do anything." He set the hat on the floor and let it spin until it grew, swirling to the size of a portal that would open just outside his dwelling where he took refuge before jumping in.

At the very least, the ungrateful child would have a locked door.

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