["'Ude! Ake!" The girl hadn't seen him yet, but Oy sure had. The bumbler's eyes flashed as he spung around, racing over to the boy that was just coming visible around the curve of the trail.
While Jake had, in fact, come from the late 90s, he didn't really look it. Simple, handmade clothing, designed to be rugged and functional in an arid climate. His shirt was about six sizes too big, hanging almost to his knees and he'd had to roll up his sleeves to keep them from flopping too much. As it was, only the barest tips of his fingers were visible when the boy threw his arms around Oy, hugging the bumbler close.]
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While Jake had, in fact, come from the late 90s, he didn't really look it. Simple, handmade clothing, designed to be rugged and functional in an arid climate. His shirt was about six sizes too big, hanging almost to his knees and he'd had to roll up his sleeves to keep them from flopping too much. As it was, only the barest tips of his fingers were visible when the boy threw his arms around Oy, hugging the bumbler close.]
Oy! Good boy!