"Will he come back? Won't he come back? Will he come back? Won't he come back?"
"Asura?"
"Oh thank god, I was going to pass the half mark already."
"Half mark?"
"Half the flowers in this field."
"This is Farmer John's field."
"I knew I smelt the fresh stench of fermented bullshit. So what's new, my now overpowered friend?"
"Mom said I can't play with you anymore. She said it's too dangerous."
"I really should collect permission slips for this kind of thing. And write unassuming headlines for it. Like "Bi-annual Fishing Trip to Headless Cove"."
"That's an actual place here, you know?"
"I know. I gave it that name."
"Ah. That would explain why my history teacher sighed when she explained it."
"So. Dangerous. I did warn you."
"Yeah. So from now on I'm supposed to be a good boy and stay with kids my age and play with safer toys."
"Safer toys? What could be safer than fishing?"
"Anything, the way we do it. I swear thy I caught a fish cussing at me last week."
"How does a fish cuss?"
"There were an awful lot of bubbles coming from it to it to be breathing. So that's all I'm supposed to tell you. I now have to head back home and eat dinner. And you're not invited tonight."
"Ah. A great loss has been made. Mama Maggie's random stew. My stomach will miss such gourmet cuisine."
"So..."
"Same time tomorrow?"
"I'll use the back window."
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Before The Fall (origins)
FantasyTwo boys. One in size and one at heart. One hell of a childhood. Note: If you want, skip to the chapter labelled Fishing. That's a good a place to start as any. But if you don't mind boringly vague exposition, go ahead and start from the beginni...
