"Then I should help you remember." Siffleur says, and he simply grabs Jack by his thick thighs and flips them up to firmly pin him down on the floor.

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They eventually make their way to the registers after a handful of detours and distractions. Siffleur has sprawled on top of the counter, one leg dangling off the side. It's been a very good afternoon.

Jack's wounds have bled through his makeshift bandages and Siffleur nods towards them. "I can take care of those if you don't want to wait for them to heal."