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"Well, in any case." Madeleine puts her hands on her hips, "You said you're looking for your sister?"
"Yeah!" The boy happily seems interested once more.
Something tells you that this 'date' thing you had planned with Madeleine has now gone off the rails. Just to be sure, you feel around in your pocket for your emergency flask of alcohol. Your senses tell you that you'll be wanting it sometime in the near future.
You are Jack Albator, expert ladykiller, dashing hero, and you may be on the way to running an orphanage if this keeps up. You decided to take a day off and go on a date with a certain snake-like lady. You went around to the various shops in town; mostly sticking around the potions shops. Those seem to interest her the most.
On your way out of one of them; you ran into a familiar face. A small kid wearing a hood that did a tremendous favor for you just the other night by picking open some very tricky locks. He has talent, and you'd like to see him turn out to be more than a street urchin.
Then Madeleine saw him, and she's acting as if she would rather see him as her adopted son.
You're not running an orphanage here! The shrine where you live has enough kids that you can stand running around!
"We would be glad to help!" Madeleine stoops down and wraps her tail around him into a hug.
This causes his eyes to light up. "Yeah! Thank you!"
This day gets further off track, it seems.
You walk with the boy in tow, as Madeleine talks his ear off.
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