A.N. The great advantage of having a story with chapters averaging 200 words is that I can type it all out on my phone. The phone is supreme! It's not like I don't have a laptop or computer or anything to type on instead.
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...cause I totally do. But I can type on my phone, so ha!
Chapter 5 - Meet the Arcs
"Like I said, this color looks good on you."
"Thanks, Miss."
After that strangely coincidental meeting with Coco, Rory went into a nice-looking thrift shop to look for something nice. There, he met a nice young lady who offered to help him pick out some clothes... in exchange for allowing her to burn his sweater to the ground.
Why was she carrying a match and an isopropyl alcohol wipe? Rory didn't question it. Nor did he question why none of the staff batted an eye at the burning attire in the middle of the store.
Isn't the smoke from the chemicals poisonous? Eh~ it's a different world. It's probably okay to burn.
"It's fine. I had fun picking out clothes for you. I mostly have sisters, so I rarely pick out clothes for a guy."
As if waiting for those words, seven blonde children pounced out of nowhere onto the young lady. Or at least, half of them pounced while the other half lingered near the eldest sibling.
One of the blonde children seemed to linger away even more so from the others, so Rory ignored the chaos behind him and walked to the lonesome one.
"Hey, what's up? I'm Rory."
"H-Hi, m-my name's J-Jaune. Jaune Arc."
"Oh," another one. How was he meeting these guys?
"G'day Jeanne d'Arc. 'Tis an honor to meet you."
"Eh?" Somehow, the way Rory said his name was... odd.
"Just asking - don't read into it - do you know how to read or write?"
"Uh... yeah."
"Do you have visions of angels or hear voices proclaiming themselves God in your head?"
"What?"
"No, huh. Cool. Tell your sister I said thanks for the clothes. Be a good girl and help your sister out. I'm gonna leave before things get dicey. See ya!"
"H-Huh? Er, bye!"
It took a few more seconds before he realized what Rory said.
"W-Wait! I'm not a girl."