James nodded slowly. Even in the 60's buying in bulk had been a thing. "We're figuring out how to do more and more faster and faster. It's a little scary. One day we'll have too much."
Another thing he was starting to value: perspective. Ginko was providing him with plenty of that. He dared to scoot closer.
"There's still places where people live just like they do in that village back there. They don't want it. Some days I can see why."
He was thankful for the change in topic. James offered the wrapped twinkie next.
"Now here's some fantastic engineering for you. This thing will never go stale so long as it stays in that little wrapper. You can have it by the way."
It took some fiddling for him to figure out the wrapper, but once he had gotten that removed (and stared at it for a couple seconds before handing it to JW, because hell if he knew what to do with it now) he took to examining the twinkie. It didn't look too suspicious, anyway, but after his recent discovery of carbonated beverages he couldn't be sure what to expect.
He took a bite, and immediately looked somewhat alarmed. "--what is in this?" He would ask how much sugar was involved, but that wasn't even quite it.
"Deliciousness." JW couldn't help it. He had to laugh at that. His mind was already racing. He wanted to bring this guy every far-out tasting thing he could think of. Gum, Jolly Ranchers, pizza, brownies. Oh, man brownies! He knew exactly what he was going to do next. "But other than that, beats me! Magic maybe."
"Must be, because I'm not sure anything in nature was meant to be this sweet." He shook his head, giving a half-amused huff. "You want the rest of this? Since you seem to like them so much."
Ginko passed him the twinkie and returned his attention to the few objects left. He examined them for a moment, then picked up a bread tie and a rubber band. They were both small enough, he might as well.
The antlered man promptly shoved it into his mouth. He thought the rubber band might be self-explanitory...but he took a lot of things like that for granted.
"You use 'em to hold stuff together. Bags, pencils, your hair, your friends..."
He snorted and went back to playing with the rubber band, twisting it up and looping it around his wrist. "There's still the question of what they would think of it, of course."
"That's the folly of man in my time." JW sighed dramatically and leaned back, brushing the twinkie crumbs off his hands. "They all think about how we could do things. Not whether or not we should. I still don't know what we got out of landing on the moon."
Unfortunately, that little revelation distracted him enough that he let go of the rubber band, letting it snap back into shape against his wrist. He flinched. "--Ow. Dammit."
JW made a face, suddenly realizing what he'd just said and knowing full well he had NO WAY of explaining outer space to Ginko. Thankfully, the rubber band stepped in for him.
"Watch out! I forgot to mention that they also double as a deadly weapon!"
He'd probably like to hear about it, if a good time ever came. Right now, though, he noted JW's expression and decided to save it - which was made all the easier by the rubber band, of course.
He snorted and removed the band from his wrist, rubbing the red spot left on his pale skin. "Maybe do me a favor and mention stuff like that sooner next time, huh?"
"You gotta forgive me, there's a lot to remember." At least he had the sense to look sheepish. He picked up the key, the last piece of the future. "These sure haven't changed much...maybe the way they're made, but a key's just a key."
"Kind of good to know that some things stay the same." He looked at the key thoughtfully as he set down the bread tie and rubber band. "It does look kind of different... sharper, I suppose."
The fireworks were over. JW hadn't planned this far so he simply sat and just...watched. He wanted to provide answers but he also dreaded the questions. He never finished school, he couldn't explain things like...how the heck a microwave worked. How? Goblins? HE DOESN'T KNOW.
"The--things! You can keep 'em. I don't need them."
He didn't often look at the magazines and the bits and bobs from the kitchen drawers would hardly be missed. James pressed his fingertips together and waited to see if the man who saved his life two times over would take a pile of junk from the 21st century as a thank-you gift.
He looked down at the items again - just a bunch of random objects, sure, but not like anything he had seen before. Artifacts from a time that had yet to come.
He gave JW a slight smile. "...Thanks."
Aaaand he would need to try even harder to keep Adashino from going through his box now. The last thing he needed was nosy doctors finding things from the future and... disrupting the flow of time or whatever it was that James had been so worried about the first time they met.
Situations like Adashino didn't even occur to James. He was a loner and nobody ever went through his things, probably because of The Snake Incident, so he saw no harm in handing them over.
The antlered man stood and shouldered his own bag and adjusted his hat.
"Road's not gettin' any shorter, is it? I should probably go."
"Yeah." Ginko set about gathering the objects on the ground, shifting his box off his back and pulling out an empty drawer so he could get it all in there before stepping back into the rain.
He glanced up at JW as he straightened up. "...Come to think of it, I still haven't gotten your name, have I?"
Oh! He...had left that out, hadn't he? A whole two days too. He drew himself up and proudly announced, "That depends on how much trouble I'm currently in, but you can call me JW if you want."
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Another thing he was starting to value: perspective. Ginko was providing him with plenty of that. He dared to scoot closer.
"There's still places where people live just like they do in that village back there. They don't want it. Some days I can see why."
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...He said, holding a twisted bit of wire. He figured JW got the idea.
"So... what all else have you got here?"
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"Now here's some fantastic engineering for you. This thing will never go stale so long as it stays in that little wrapper. You can have it by the way."
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He took a bite, and immediately looked somewhat alarmed. "--what is in this?" He would ask how much sugar was involved, but that wasn't even quite it.
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The only things left in the pile were the rubber bands, bread ties, and the die-cut key.
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"These?"
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"You use 'em to hold stuff together. Bags, pencils, your hair, your friends..."
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Then he paused and looked up, slightly bewildered. "You're joking about holding people together with these, aren't you?"
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Unfortunately, that little revelation distracted him enough that he let go of the rubber band, letting it snap back into shape against his wrist. He flinched. "--Ow. Dammit."
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"Watch out! I forgot to mention that they also double as a deadly weapon!"
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He snorted and removed the band from his wrist, rubbing the red spot left on his pale skin. "Maybe do me a favor and mention stuff like that sooner next time, huh?"
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The fireworks were over. JW hadn't planned this far so he simply sat and just...watched. He wanted to provide answers but he also dreaded the questions. He never finished school, he couldn't explain things like...how the heck a microwave worked. How? Goblins? HE DOESN'T KNOW.
"You can keep 'em."
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He didn't often look at the magazines and the bits and bobs from the kitchen drawers would hardly be missed. James pressed his fingertips together and waited to see if the man who saved his life two times over would take a pile of junk from the 21st century as a thank-you gift.
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He gave JW a slight smile. "...Thanks."
Aaaand he would need to try even harder to keep Adashino from going through his box now. The last thing he needed was nosy doctors finding things from the future and... disrupting the flow of time or whatever it was that James had been so worried about the first time they met.
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The antlered man stood and shouldered his own bag and adjusted his hat.
"Road's not gettin' any shorter, is it? I should probably go."
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He glanced up at JW as he straightened up. "...Come to think of it, I still haven't gotten your name, have I?"
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Oh! He...had left that out, hadn't he? A whole two days too. He drew himself up and proudly announced, "That depends on how much trouble I'm currently in, but you can call me JW if you want."
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