The Green Valley Twins

Untitled Part 58

Two months after wale beaching

Best Jeanist was friends from many people with all kinds of occupations, he might have a primary funding in the fashion world but he never gave up his Hero career. Speaking of which, an old classmate of his had asked him to pay a visit to his restraint. Something about getting free food if he succeeded in some kind of task. His old friend greeted him at the doors with a big smile and a tight hug.

"What did I saw about breaking my ribs?" he asked, half braced on the nearest wall with his other hand wrapped around his ribs.

"Oh come on Gene, you're tougher then you let people believe!" His friend, Jojo Corners (with an extra emphasis on 'con') was a giant burly man who's stature did not match his quirk ability. One would think that someone who specialized in illusions would be thin and gangly, not built like a brick wall with a face of a shaved bear. "Anyways, thank you for coming." Jojo started waving his hands about in strange gestures as he walked away, towards his restaurant kitchen, "The pesk is more annoying than anything else."

"If it's a pesk problem then you should call pesk control." Best Jeanist drawled as he followed his friend.

"I'm afraid that's highly illegal, my dear old friend," Jojo grinned, as if holding onto an old secret. "Besides I'm pretty sure you're the only person agile enough to catch the little sucker." It took them a minute to reach Jojo's establishment, his large beautiful restaurant sat on the sixth floor of the building and was decorated with first-dates, business meetings, and celebrations in mind. Ordinarily it was beautiful decorated with beautiful dark wood and elegant white sheets, but today it looked as if a whirlwind had swept through. Everything was broken into pieces with overhead panels dropping low and the walls shedding paint as if they were a thousand years old. There were seven associates all working throughout the room, trying to make organized piles of things that were broken, repairable, and usable.

Best Jeanist followed his friend towards the back, frowning as he stared at broken items he passed; some of them looked as if they had been burned while others appeared to be soaking wet as if they were exposed to water for to long. He stopped walking when he came across a pile of distorted plates, picking one up he cringed as the plate disintegrated between his fingers. It was as if it was in clay mode, mixed with too much water and not yet sent through the kiln. The damage to the once beautiful establishment was strange to say the least. Jojo grabbed Best Jeanist and tugged him into the kitchen then gently pushed him against a wall and held a finger to his lips with a playful wink at the blonde. Then Jojo walked over to the prep table in front of the waiter-window and nodded at one of his men. The young man quickly moved around to the entrance and then crashed the doors open with a bang, his face contorted into panic and his voice cracked as he spoke.

"Boss! We need that large fruit platter prepped and ready!" the young man ordered, looking panicked and at his wits end. "They want pineapple as the main dish this time!" overhead there was a loud bang; loud enough that not even Jojo could've missed it and yet the man chose to ignore it.

"What? That takes forever to prep!" Jojo growled out in annoyance, the vents rattled and shook as something traveled through it hurriedly. "Fine! Make sure they know it's gonna take five minutes!" Best Jeanist stared at his friend in confusion, but his only answer was a secretive grin and a silencing gesture. there was a sound of rattling metal overhead, then sliding as something landed beside him; looking at the wall he saw a large grate for ventilation. Best Jeanist understood instantly what was happening and readied his threads; he would wait for the cue. Jojo grabbed a nearby pineapple, skinned it, cut it and cored it. "What a waste, I hate this part!" he moved to toss the core into the trashcan without looking to see if it made it into the bin, Best Jeanist watched grate beside him expectantly, then jumped as something overhead exploded and the vents shook as the pesk escaped. Best Jeanist quickly sent his threads into the grate beside himself and pulled out the body waiting inside, only to stare in disbelief at what he pulled out.

"That smart ass little bastard," Jojo grunted, staring up at the opened vent overhead. "Smarter than I gave 'em credit." Best Genset understood instantly what happened and shook his head in amusement.

"You're pest is smart enough to give a distraction," Best Jeanist observed the dirty doll his threads captured, it was quite large and shaped like a rabbit with one missing ear, the other torn in half, one eye missing and its nose hanging on by one thread. Even its right paw was torn, its stuffing peaking through like a reminder of its own mortality. "a child is doing this?"

"Yeah, that's why I said pesk-control would be illegal," Jojo shook his head. "No matter what I make that kid refuses to snag anything else. They only take Pineapple cores."

"nothing else?" Best Jeanist asked

"nothing else," Jojo crossed his arms and leaned against the counter. "I even left out foods kids usually like, like mac-an-cheese, PBJs, chicken nuggets, the actual fruit of pineapple. I even tried some soups but that kid will only ever take pineapple cores."

"Have you tried putting knockout-drugs on the cores before you toss 'em?"

"Yeah, that didn't end well," Jojo rubbed at his face. "The smart-ass diced the pineapple into literal powder and sprinkled it into all of my associate's food and drinks. I was shut down the entire day, and on my busiest day of the year no less."