Fics like After Hours

They were strangers, and far too finely dressed for a town like Schportz. For a town like anywhere, really, even the twenty-miles-away city of Szpatzburg. Maybe for a fancy ball in a fairy story, but not real. The man in front stopped pounding on the General Store door to look up with a beaming smile and shout back, “Hello, citizen! Sorry to dish- dits- bother you, but we are looking to buy some lugnuts!” He pronounced it proudly as a king, with very much the tone of someone trying and failing to seem less drunk than they were. “And aluminium coils,” the other man added in an only slightly steadier voice, “and a steam shaft, and wheels, and anything else we can use to build transportation that doesn’t fly.” “And cake!” The girl drowned him out, not trying at all to hide her state. “We need cake!”

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