[Joseph paused before. This time, he comes to a complete, grinding halt.]
[It's not . . . Well, it's not a lot of things, but to name a couple, it's not that Joseph isn't aware that at some point Speedwagon won't be there anymore, and it's not totally impossible they're from well into the future beyond Joseph's time.]
[When it comes to the idea that Speedwagon won't be there anymore someday, it's kinda like how he knows there's a point in which Granny Erina won't be there anymore either. These are things he knows. He does. Sometimes age rears its ugly head for just long enough that he's a little more aware that he knows. But on the whole, they're not things he puts much thought into because he doesn't want to. Who would? That's his family. The only family he has.]
[The other thing is less important, but with everything else that's happening around them, it's a little hard to call that strictly impossible.]
[The chip in his mouth's lost its flavor for more reasons than just lingering in his mouth. He remembers how to swallow. He lowers the bag from shoveling range to down by his waist. His appetite's gone while his mind fumbles around with something to say.]
Oh.
[That's all he says. That's all he can or wants to say. It's not that he can't remember how to speak like he forgot how to swallow, but he doesn't want to know. Whatever he might say or ask that would spark an answer, he doesn't want to know that answer. So, he leaves it at oh.]
[Joseph lightly tosses the chips onto a nearby shelf, a few leaping or threatening to from the journey and impact. He jabs a thumb in the direction of the gate.]
You know, I should probably go check to see if that horde's lost interest yet. You two, sit tight.
[He doesn't wait for a response one way or another, and heads back out toward the front of the store.]
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[It's not . . . Well, it's not a lot of things, but to name a couple, it's not that Joseph isn't aware that at some point Speedwagon won't be there anymore, and it's not totally impossible they're from well into the future beyond Joseph's time.]
[When it comes to the idea that Speedwagon won't be there anymore someday, it's kinda like how he knows there's a point in which Granny Erina won't be there anymore either. These are things he knows. He does. Sometimes age rears its ugly head for just long enough that he's a little more aware that he knows. But on the whole, they're not things he puts much thought into because he doesn't want to. Who would? That's his family. The only family he has.]
[The other thing is less important, but with everything else that's happening around them, it's a little hard to call that strictly impossible.]
[The chip in his mouth's lost its flavor for more reasons than just lingering in his mouth. He remembers how to swallow. He lowers the bag from shoveling range to down by his waist. His appetite's gone while his mind fumbles around with something to say.]
Oh.
[That's all he says. That's all he can or wants to say. It's not that he can't remember how to speak like he forgot how to swallow, but he doesn't want to know. Whatever he might say or ask that would spark an answer, he doesn't want to know that answer. So, he leaves it at oh.]
[Joseph lightly tosses the chips onto a nearby shelf, a few leaping or threatening to from the journey and impact. He jabs a thumb in the direction of the gate.]
You know, I should probably go check to see if that horde's lost interest yet. You two, sit tight.
[He doesn't wait for a response one way or another, and heads back out toward the front of the store.]