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[jacob w.c.]

JACOB W. corleone

✯ — he'll be the best of us

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A wide smile spread across the boy's maw as a stranger approached first. Perfect! This was already working and he wasn't even in another clan yet! There were already people he didn't know coming to join his little club. She didn't necessarily say that she would join but she said it was 'interesting', which was a good enough reaction for him. At least, for now it was. He hoped to get some solid members in place before the first meeting but he could take 'interested' now. 'Interested' meant maybe and that was better than a flat no. Still, he didn't want to get his hopes up too much. After all, only one person had approached him so far regarding the idea and he wasn't sure how the other clans would react to such a proposition. "Oh, thank you! 'S nice ta' meet ya', Melantha. 'M name's Jacob. Did ya' join recently? I don' think I've seen ya' around before," he asked before his eyes were drawn to a more familiar face, Mike. He noticed the other boy still seemed to be struggling with getting around. He was still working on the prototype but maybe he'd try offering it to Mike again when he finished it. Maybe he'd 'accidentally' make it the wrong size to test it on himself. Maybe it'd fit Mike perfectly, by chance. Who knew. Anything could happen. "Cool! 'M glad ya' like the idea. I think it'll be fun ta' get ta' know people from other places too. What kinda' food do ya' think we should have besides pasta?"

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#psychosocial.