I'm taking over Wolverine's patrols for now. You were assigned to patrol with him tonight. I'll see you on duty.
[When Stoneface read the Lotus' journal entry, he read it with a vague sense of disapproval and the odd feeling in the back of his mind that all this was probably very funny. Funnier if Wolverine hadn't disappeared and Sky hadn't lost a brother, but funny nonetheless. It was only when Samehada, a man Stoneface has noted only for his interest in large swords, had commented upon hiring seamstresses and when the foul mouthed man stepped in that it really took a turn for the worse.
Faggot. Fairy. They were said as if they were dirty words, but as far as Stoneface knew, a fag was just a cigarette and fairies were flighty little buggers with wings. That was what was bothering Youth. Probably. Well, Stoneface couldn't say he didn't disapprove, really. Books with pictures of that nature weren't things to be left around the house where a young boy could get his hands on them, and it certainly should have been addressed off journal, but Youth had been called names plenty times before and showed no sign of going so far as asking for time off. The man was dutiful, and this sort of request was rare. It worried him, which wasn't an entirely uncommon state of affairs, these days.
Stoneface shut his journal, tucked it into his pocket, and trekked over to the entrance of the bridge to Captain Planet, where he'd be meeting Youth. He didn't usually take his beat around Captain Planet, leaving it to people with noses that could smell blood past the foliage and people with stamina enough to run around the track tenfold each morning. Stoneface was neither of these things, but he'd have to do, for now.]
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[When Stoneface read the Lotus' journal entry, he read it with a vague sense of disapproval and the odd feeling in the back of his mind that all this was probably very funny. Funnier if Wolverine hadn't disappeared and Sky hadn't lost a brother, but funny nonetheless. It was only when Samehada, a man Stoneface has noted only for his interest in large swords, had commented upon hiring seamstresses and when the foul mouthed man stepped in that it really took a turn for the worse.
Faggot. Fairy. They were said as if they were dirty words, but as far as Stoneface knew, a fag was just a cigarette and fairies were flighty little buggers with wings. That was what was bothering Youth. Probably. Well, Stoneface couldn't say he didn't disapprove, really. Books with pictures of that nature weren't things to be left around the house where a young boy could get his hands on them, and it certainly should have been addressed off journal, but Youth had been called names plenty times before and showed no sign of going so far as asking for time off. The man was dutiful, and this sort of request was rare. It worried him, which wasn't an entirely uncommon state of affairs, these days.
Stoneface shut his journal, tucked it into his pocket, and trekked over to the entrance of the bridge to Captain Planet, where he'd be meeting Youth. He didn't usually take his beat around Captain Planet, leaving it to people with noses that could smell blood past the foliage and people with stamina enough to run around the track tenfold each morning. Stoneface was neither of these things, but he'd have to do, for now.]