(Good afternoon everybody! The wait is over! The CPC is back and so is this fanfic. This was a difficult chapter to write since it deals with argumentative dialogue. And I just couldn't get motivated to tackle it for a while. But despite that, I still love doing this. I started writing fanfiction to write more and hone my skills and this has definitely challenged me in ways that I needed; I'm writing dialogue that I struggle with, learning how to cope with my self deprecation when I write, and learning new techniques that I'll be using on future projects. I also recently had a personal epiphany that I didn't realize is now incorporated in this story; If you've seen my fanart, you might be able give a few good theories. Now as I've recently stated, this story will divert from the original source material going forward; Things like character arcs and motivations will change since the plot is changing but that's the fun of it all. I hope you've been enjoying this journey with me and I hope that when the CPC comic does end this fanfic might bring some heart broken fans a little bit of joy. Thank you for your support and time. Please remember to read and comment!)
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Outside of a posh café in the extravagant side of the Argyle village, ladies sipped cool juices from their crystal and chatted amongst themselves. Near them, men chomped on powdery pastries with hearty abandon and chuckled in booming tones. A waiter comes over to the mens' table with their check and the one at the head reaches into his breast pocket. His smile fades as he starts patting down his brown suit, unable to feel his money pouch. His acquaintances also stop their guffawing and begin to check their pockets. The ladies next to them stopped conversing as the gentlemen begin to loudly exclaim Instinctively, one of the women reaches into her purse and gasps when she finds it empty. In the bedlam of cries of robbery and furious patrons calling for the manager, a man slips away from the café.
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A few blocks away, the man pulls his hood over his head to cover his shifting hair, face, and shrinking body; A satisfied smirk broke out over Frederick's face. He shifted to a plain looking boy with dark hair and made his way to the village fountain. He adjusted the bulbous sack of money at his waist to muffle its metallic song. When the fountain came into view, Whitney sat on its lip, looking around the plaza for his friend. At first the man was puzzled for a few seconds when he saw the strange boy coming toward him. Then he saw those familiar jade eyes and smiled.
"Hey, buddy. I have some good news. One of the shop keeps gave me a whole batch of defective meat pies along with some cider. And someone was nice enough to offer me some spare change." Whitney said getting up from his seat.
(I'm not going to mention that they threw their purse at me and begged for their lives.)
Frederick gave a quick nod of approval before producing a small parcel of money.
Whitney's smile grew bigger.
"Wow, this is great! We can buy produce for the week and still have extra. Good job."
Frederick gave a small smile and they set off to the market.
On the way there, Whitney kept looking back to the teen. Brows furrowed with concern
"Do you.... want to stop by one of those cafés for a treat? You deserve a little something and I think they had the lemon squares you like."
The teen shook his head and the older man sighed.
Frederick had been more reserved ever since the meditation session. No longer starting curious conversations or smiling at seemingly nothing; It was like all the wondrous fire in his being had been snuffed out. While he still hunted with Whitney, worked on his traps and cooked, he did so in silence with a troubled look cast across his face. This was a change that didn't sit well with the man. He missed Frederick's spontaneous stories, glowing curiosity, and other fun idiosyncrasies; He didn't realize until now how much those silly moments mattered to him. The teen's drab green eyes that looked so weary and upset made the man's heart ache. T
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