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[not_the_s]

It took Kon an hour to wrap his head around the fact that Bart had set him up for the council and another twenty minutes to find him. He wasn't sure what Bart was thinking. Council? Really? What was Bart thinking? He wasn't really the leader type. That was Tim. Or Vic. He was just the one who provided the plucky comic relief and the superpowered punch. He didn't have the superpowered punch anymore and he wasn't too sure about the comic relief, either. With losing girlfriends and boyfriends left and right, he didn't feel very plucky anymore.

It took him a few tries to find Bart, but it figured he would end up at the chocobo stables. He petted the flank of one of the chocobos and then tapped Bart on the shoulder. "We have to talk. I took a look at the noticeboard."

He still couldn't help it. He couldn't believe that Bart had done it.

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[slowspeedster]

Bart glanced over his shoulder at Kon, but didn't stop work. The stalls would still need cleaning whether they talked or not.

"So talk," he said, but he did smile it little. "Is there a problem?"

[not_the_s]

"You. Council. Me." Kon glared at him. "Why?" He was still considering whether to refuse or just let the charade go on so he could prove a point. So he could prove that he didn't have any idea what he was doing. Unless this was all some kind of a joke. He really hoped that it was a joke. "Some kind of joke?"

[slowspeedster]

"What?! No, of course it's not a joke," Bart said, startled. "You'd be good for it. You always help people get along."

He meant it, maybe it'd been an impulse, but he wouldn't have written the name as a joke. "You ought to know I wouldn't joke about something like that."

[not_the_s]

"Whatever I might have done before, I’m not that guy anymore, Bart." His shoulders slumped a little and he gave Bart a piercing look. "You know that, right?" He wasn't that person by a long shot. He wasn't sure he knew how to be anymore, even though he wanted to be.

[slowspeedster]

"You're the kind of guy Uncle John taught the value of a good day's work," Bart said, not sure what made him go there, first. "Clearly I'm not the only one who believes you can do it."

[not_the_s]

"Yeah, you and Cissie. If it had been anyone but the two of you - and maybe Cassie - then I might have believed it." Not that he didn't appreciate it, but the three of them had known him before the island. This Bart especially didn't know just how human he'd become since the island. He could put up a good front, but it didn't always stick.

[slowspeedster]

"The two of us may have nominated you, but you would need ten signatures to actually run," Bart said, confused why Kon was so upset about this. "Why is this a problem, Kon? I thought it was something you could do. You don't have all that much on your plate, and it's good to be busy. Why not?"

[not_the_s]

"Probably because I'm the only people they know," Kon retorted. He refused to believe there was any other reason. Patently refused. After all, he wasn't even that popular anymore. Who could really vote for him beyond the people he knew? So if he even went through with this charade, he could show Bart just how wrong it was for him to even pretend to be in this business.

[slowspeedster]

"If you think that's the reason, you're more of a fool than I thought," Bart said. He wasn't doing this as a prank, but because he believed in his friend, and thought that others could do the same. Would do the same.

"I'm not saying you have to run, but I think you'd do a good job at it. For one thing, it runs on both sides of your family."

[not_the_s]

"If you haven't figured it out before, I am not my family. Besides, Clark was a reporter, not a mayor or anything like that." No one wanted to hear what he had to say anyway. He didn't have anything real and it wasn't like he could apply superhero rules to the island. It just didn't work like that. Just because he'd help lead once - and even that hadn't been him, really - didn't mean he could do it a second time, especially when he barely knew anyone.