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WEEK FOUR

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It's a rather quaint town when you get down to it. At least, that's what the Sheriff would argue. Warm and dry in the mornings and afternoons with a brisk coolness in the evenings. The perfect type of weather to just sit out on your rocking chair and observe the comings and goings.

... Of course, there's not much in the way of comings and goings when there aren't any actual people here to watch. Nevertheless, don't let that get you down! The town is your oyster and those roosters won't stop crowing until everyone's out of bed. Up and at 'em, rise and shine, it's time to make the day yours!

After all, there's nothing wrong with the town today and you might just want to savor it while it lasts.

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[noct will manage to avoid being hit with any tomatoes (for now) thanks to his decent ability to dodge.

but this begs a much more important question.]

...Why? [why is she doing this, he asks as he still... takes a tomato anyway.

seems legit.]

I can think of about five things you could be questioning right now. You're going to have to be more specific than that.

[She watches as he takes the tomato, shrugging lightly.]

Go ahead. Throw it.

Probably easiest to start with "why are we throwing tomatoes."

[what is this going to help?

he doesn't know, but it doesn't mean he's not willing to throw it anyway.]

Got a spot you want me to aim for? [a particular letter? the numbers? it'll at least make it more interesting, since he's pretty sure his aim is better.]

I feel like the better question is, why wouldn't we throw tomatoes? And there is no answer to that question.

[there are many answers]

I was going for the number, but it's not my tomato.

Can't argue that. Not like tomatoes are good for much else, anyway.

[he is a prince who will not eat his vegetables. or vegetable-like fruits.]

Number it is, then. [fortunately for them both, his aim is... really spot on. the life of being a guy who literally throws his weapons at his enemies and then catches it before the blow lands has taught him a bit about aim, at least.

it'll make a nice splat against that number, and he'll hiss out a quiet, victorious:]

Yessss.

Not a huge fan of ketchup, huh?

[She watches as he tosses the tomato, letting out an impressed whistle once it hits right on the number.]

Where'd you learn to throw like that?

Ketchup's fine. Tomatoes on their own, though...

[icky.

either way, he offers a casual shrug.]

Just kind of a thing I had to learn back home. Kind of a necessary skill for getting by there.

Personal vendetta against tomatoes. Got it.

[She tilts her head slightly as he goes on, though. Interesting.]

Yeah? How so? Did you have to throw things a lot?

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