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“Are you sure this Wario guy isn’t a little bit underrated?” You wonder.
“No, if you can’t even say his name right.” Vera shakes her head. “‘Sides, he can teleport as far as he can throw something. He technically exchanges places, it’d be decent if he was clever. But I don’t know the guy that much.”
“Vera, that sounds perfect for a prison break.” You point out.
“Oh yeah? Try carrying his fat ass there and tell me it’s perfect.” Vera has no hope for the guy. You’ll relent for now.
“Can you tell me about someone cool who isn’t in debt with you?” You might get better prospects than these. You don’t mean to offend Lord Gargoyle.
“There’s no one cool with a flame.” Primavera rejects the premise.
“What about me?” You smirk.
“You’re not necessarily cool. You’re cute, adorable, caring, a good cook, the modern man. You’re above that! You’re my Noodle arms.” Vera disagrees.
“How dare you?” You act offended out of jest.
“You call me a rat all the time!!!” Vera is a little upset. “And you should stop, by the way!”
“Not the noodle stuff! You don’t think I’m cool?” You didn’t do all of this shit to be the funny guy! You’re not funny!
“I like you, fool. You think I’d fall in love with someone I think is lame?” Vera doesn’t understand why you’re complicating things.
“<span class="mu-i">Huuh…</span>” You think she might. Thank god you saved her from that!
“You’re right, I already did.” Vera glares with the intention of pinching your cheeks. That’s NOT what you were thinking. “Moving on, there’s this Bar that’s exclusive for flame users. The owner has ties with several skillful players, and they're up for hire as consultants through her, for a price, of course. I’m one of them. That’s why all of these people owe me a favor.” Vera shakes her notepad. “We can put out a request and see what we can find. If you’re willing to tell the owner what your powers are, you can find work there.”
“Sounds weird, but useful.” You don’t get why you would go to a bar to hang out with flame users. “Do you know any of the guys involved?”
“Yeah. There’s this <span class="mu-s">cute kid</span> whose power is related to art somehow. He can do a billion things depending on how the piece of art he’s holding makes him feel. Don’t know how useful he is, but the power is interesting.” Vera recalls. “He dresses like a hobo.”
“Does he look like this?” You pull out your very refined drawing of Jesse. How did you make this connection…?
“...Did you draw that?” Vera looks at it with an unreadable expression.
