Six; Action/Phone

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Hardware Store
[You can find Sealand wheeling a red wagon through the store, it being the most practical solution for carrying around four buckets of paint and a dangerously high pile of wooden planks. The wagon seems to be holding up for now, at least. He's studying locks.]

They need to have those cool locks like in the movies.

[WHERE IS ALL THE RETINA SCANNING TECHNOLOGY, 1950S.]

Library
[Sealand is getting a bunch of books on building things! Of course, since he's a young boy, it's mostly about bird houses and shop classes, but it's good enough.]

Phone
Hey, Seborga, where are you?

Comments

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

That's rather irrelevant.

It's final, then. Come along, I'll buy these... things... for you.

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Fine.

[Dragging his wagon along behind him, ignoring its protesting creaking.]

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

[... picks up some of the wobbling wood]

I hope you weren't planning to walk the planks home.

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What else was I gonna do with it?

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

Something reasonable, perhaps. But that was presumptuous of me.

Well, as long as I'm here, it'll be fine. Really, you just go around welcoming danger.

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Do not! Danger's just all over.

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

[fishing out his wallet] Yes, and this little wagon doesn't just scream inevitable disaster.

Is that all you need from here?

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How's a wagon dangerous?

Yeah. [He'll be back for the wiring later.]

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

It might have spilled all over you. Don't ask stupid questions.

[muttering to himself and paying paying]

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[Leaning dangerously against the wagon.]

Bet it wouldn't've.

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

Not a bet I would have liked to win.

Get off that thing. Honestly, you'd climb up the walls if you could.

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I've seen a couple people do that. I should learn how.

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

I'd tell you not to come running to me after you've broken your leg, but that's a given.

[gathering up the purchases] Now, show me where you live.

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I didn't, my leg got better all on its own.

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

... You broke your leg?

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When I was fighting the Milkman mecha and it fired at Sealand.

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

Did you push him out of the way?

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Well it hit Sealand but I just fell off.

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

... And you broke your leg.

Was Sealand all right, though?

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Fighting the Milkman was cool, I shot him with my anti-aircraft guns!

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

It was also dangerous and stupid.

... I'm sorry.

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For what? It's not like the angel things.

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

... That, too.

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You can't be sorry for that stuff, that's stupid.

[is-an-island.livejournal.com]

I can be sorry for what I want.

[reaches out tentatively to touch sealand's head, but quickly draws his hand back before he does] ... Doesn't matter, anyway. Let's not talk about it.