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[jacob w.c.]

JACOB W. corleone

✯ — he'll be the best of us

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The boy seemed to grow even more excited when his suspicions were confirmed. A real robot! He could hardly believe it. He'd read about robots in plenty of different books but he didn't think they were real or that anyone could actually make them. Maybe he could try to learn a thing or two and make a robot that'd make pasta or put out fires. He glanced to his big brother, frowning as the feline referred to the man as 'four eyes'. That was a large part of the reason Jacob had never asked for glasses, despite having some difficulty seeing. When he was younger, when they'd been in the city (and when he would have had easy access to such things), not being deemed 'cool' by Jerseyboy was seen as a fate worse than death to the child so he'd never asked for them. There were more days than not now that he wished he would've but that opportunity was long past. "Don't be a cretino, Jersey," the canine muttered before giving a wide smile to the stranger, Ross, once again. "Well, I like your glasses n' your robot! So how come ya' came ta' Snowbound? Do ya' wanna' join? Or jus' stoppin' by ta' get somethin' ta' eat or drink? I got a whole lotta' pasta leftover n' I got some cookies somewhere too..." he offered, starting to search through his bag for any sort of baked goods he had. He then looked up again with a soft gasp, "Oh, sorry, I didn' introduce myself. 'M name's Jacob. 'S nice ta' meet ya, Ross."

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