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“Jack, what are you doing?” asked Hiccup, relaxing on the couch with Toothless at his feet. Well, his foot.
Jack tensed himself by the door. He was staring through their apartment’s peephole nervously.
“I am making sure that the guys who are knocking on 4B are solely for Merida. The last thing I need is for another guy to enter the fight for Rapunzel. I already have to worry about that punk Flynn Rider.”
“What do you mean guys?”
Jack drew his eyes away from the peephole long enough to cast a cursory glance at his friend and occasional verbal sparring partner.
“Are you kidding me Haddock? Surely you’ve noticed the three boys that consistently knock on their apartment door, the ones with the super thick Scottish accents that are obviously looking for our resident Scottish princess.”
“No.”
“Well, I’m rooting for you Haddock, but the one that can’t speak proper English is probably your main competition at this point.”