[Somehow, sometime, Kaneda became one of Jaime's people. Sometimes it takes a little to get there - like being too young, too helpless for this place - but most of the time, it takes a lot. Bit by bit, Kaneda's made his way there, and if there's one thing that Jaime does, it's take care of his people, and he'll go to whatever lengths he thinks are necessary to get there.
Which means that the Blue Beetle took a nice little flight to a town that's not in the middle of Florida for some treats that you can't get in the Porter towns, some good old fashioned Japanese imPorts in grocery stores and marketplaces populated by immigrants alone. Jaime's not Japanese, but he's so familiar with those kinds of areas that he always feels at home there, at home enough to go up to strangers and ask them -- what should I buy someone who's far from home?
There's no telling if they're the sorts of things that Kaneda's used to, in his world, but they'll have to do. Plastic bags hanging on the crook of his arm, he gives the doorway of the garage two polite knocks. He's wearing his mechanic's uniform too, the grease-stained arms looped around his waist; he went to grab everything early, went straight to his shift, then came straight here.
He feels bad for Kaneda, but a guy's still gotta get food on the table.]
Hey. You said on the network that this is where we'd be able to find you.
[He steps in after that, not waiting for an invitation.]
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Which means that the Blue Beetle took a nice little flight to a town that's not in the middle of Florida for some treats that you can't get in the Porter towns, some good old fashioned Japanese imPorts in grocery stores and marketplaces populated by immigrants alone. Jaime's not Japanese, but he's so familiar with those kinds of areas that he always feels at home there, at home enough to go up to strangers and ask them -- what should I buy someone who's far from home?
There's no telling if they're the sorts of things that Kaneda's used to, in his world, but they'll have to do. Plastic bags hanging on the crook of his arm, he gives the doorway of the garage two polite knocks. He's wearing his mechanic's uniform too, the grease-stained arms looped around his waist; he went to grab everything early, went straight to his shift, then came straight here.
He feels bad for Kaneda, but a guy's still gotta get food on the table.]
Hey. You said on the network that this is where we'd be able to find you.
[He steps in after that, not waiting for an invitation.]