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[lostpunk]

So there's all sorts of people here, right? Got all kinds of crazy powers and stuff?

[Rufio is sitting in the center of town on the edge of the fountain, munching on an apple he's just nabbed out of the grocers. (The whole imaginary food thing wasn't working out for him so well out of Neverland.) He wishes the store was manned, in a way. There isn't much of a thrill pilfering food this way.]

Which ones of you don't age?

[Because he's realizing that in this place that list isn't going to include him.]

Comments

[lostpunk]

I'm beginning to think that weird animal things just don't count in general.

[talontrot]

You didn't ask what kinda things we were, you just asked if we aged or not. [And besides, what's wrong with being a weird animal thing?]

[lostpunk]

Maybe I'll be more specific next time. [Not that he expects there to be a next time.]

So why don't you age? Since you decided you had to speak up.

[talontrot]

'Cause I'm a cartoon! [She says this proudly, and as if it was totally normal.] Us cartoon-type-guys don't get any older.

... 'Least, I don't think so. Not unless we're made to get older. Never happened to me though.

[lostpunk]

[What is it with living cartoons all of a sudden?]

Right...

Okay, that's just kind of weird all around. No offense.

[talontrot]

No biggie. We're pretty rare here, far as I can tell... only me 'n' Oswald.

[Who, in fact, has already answered.]

That just makes us cooler, though!

[lostpunk]

Guess you could look at it that way.