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Fourth Wall!

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Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: NOVEMBER 17 - 19
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[Scar nods slowly at the stranger's reassurance. The worst case scenario will not stop playing on the backs of his eyelids, but what's he going to do about it, take his chances with the corner mart stampede?]

What should I call you?

[Evidence of his recent attempts at being something of a participant in society. Scar prefers to dodge this question because it's always reversed back to him, but he owes his rescuer this courtesy.]

[The nod seems like a good sign. He'll take it.]

Shiro - nice to meet you...?

[The little trail off there is a prompt. What's your name, new beefy friend? He'd offer a hand, but he figures that might be more anxiety inducing, and keeps his hands on the controls. Not that he needs to keep them there. But still.]

[Shiro.]

[Shiro...]

[OH.]

[Oh...]

[Hm.]

[Scar goes on what could pass for a face journey with his Impenetrable Frowning Facade, but he doesn't actually comment on it. Narrowed eyes at the vague familiarity, recognition after having heard the name in passing, a flashing sidebar ad that reads PSYCHOLOGISTS HATE HER now that he has a jarringly familiar face to put to the name of his wife's best friend...]

[But there isn't really a way to voice all of that, is there? And speaking of names, he doesn't even like using the one everyone knows her by. There just... isn't a good way to mention it.]

[So he doesn't.]

Most call me Scar.

[Because that, too, is easier than telling a kind stranger that he doesn't have one and that he generally doesn't care what he's called, anymore.]

[He glances back and forth at his companion a couple times. That sure is a face journey going on over there. He almost asks. Almost questions of his Fellow Beef is all right, but, before he gets a chance, he gets a name.]

[Or, something like a name.]

Noted. [There's a little grin there. He doesn't need to ask why. It'd be like asking him why he was called that. You know, if - that were his nickname.]

Have you been here for a while? Or... just the weekend?

[As the Stampede Adrenaline is fading and he's managing to (partially) forget that they are hurtling through the sky, the Big Tired from the day is settling over Scar. His eyes linger on the floor, and while the sternness remains, it's threaded with something quieter.]

I was here several years ago. Returned only recently.

[A pause just a breath longer than it ought to be,]

You?

[Ah.]

[The curiosity in Shiro's expression turns to something more somber. He gets it. That's all that really needs to be said, isn't it? He glances over, his smile tempered with sympathy.]

Well. Welcome back. Sorry your welcome included robot Donphans.

[Him though?] Long time. I think I've lost track of the exact number.

I'm lucky, all considered.

[It's hard to keep himself from counting every second, minute, and hour as they go by. It's hard to close his eyes at night when he has no choice but to wonder if seven years will disappear again.]

[A bit quieter:]

Very lucky.

[Scar watches Shiro through the corner of his eye. He speaks up when his dashing rescuer talks about the length of his own time here.]

For better or for worse?

[He doesn't answer for a few moments. Focused on the instruments. I'm lucky.]

I understand. [Completely.] And... well. For me it's been... it's been a mixed bag.

Good and bad. But I'm here, and I've got to make the best of it.

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