Beetlejuice is twiddling his thumbs, boots pointed in toward one another. He's watching. He's listening and learning. His friend is...something else. Determined. Unmovable. It's so hot.

"Ready to go?" He asks tentatively.

He watches all this in obedient silence. When Scar speaks to him, he hops off the check out and walks like a normal person, eager to fall into the tall man's shadow.

"Yeah, alright." He wishes Scar could cut loose like him, just be an absolute fucking animal. He thinks it would do him good. But he also thinks...perhaps maybe...being the most stubborn human he's ever met is Scar's way of going beast mode. It had been something to behold.