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I’m in the Smoke, doin’ some business of my own, that Chuck an‘ Slim don’t need to know about, when I come across a Japanese shop. I pick up some snacks, wasabi peas, Pocky, stuff I ain’t gonna get locally out in the sticks.
As I‘m on my way out the door I spot em’.
I remember those cold, bare, footprints in the snow.
When I get back, there’s a light under his door, I don’t bother to knock. His head jerks up as I barge in, he’s readin’ a book, he always seems to be reading a book, when he ain’t bouncing around like a mad thing.
“Hiya, Misfit.”
“Herr Wolverine?” He gets up to greet me.
“You okay?” I ain’t good at pep talks.
“I am fine now,” he worries his lip. “Thank you for coming for me. I am sorry for the inconvenience.”
“Hey, don‘t sweat it, bub, like I said, I’ve been there.” I toss the pack towards him, he fields it easily. Looks at it in confusion. “Ya need socks, figured these’d fit. Tabi socks, two toed.“ His dark face breaks into a huge grin. Yeah, that was worth it.