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"No, yours alludes to fiery crashes and doom." Lust lifted an eyebrow. "But the basic idea remains. It's not all bad, there's good as well. So we're damaged people, so what? We're putting ourselves back together already."
One perhaps slower than the other, but still.
"I have no idea how to be anyone's...partner. But I want to figure it all out with you. It's something we can...share with each other." And that was important to her, for some reason. She couldn't quite understand why, beyond that it was something new they were both discovering in tandem.
One perhaps slower than the other, but still.
"I have no idea how to be anyone's...partner. But I want to figure it all out with you. It's something we can...share with each other." And that was important to her, for some reason. She couldn't quite understand why, beyond that it was something new they were both discovering in tandem.
Scar made a face that could have said that that was exactly what he had been referring to. This was a disaster waiting to happen. Pretty metaphors wouldn't change that.
But he couldn't bring himself to say that, in the slim chance that they could manage to get along and offer one another something. But it pricked at the back of his mind something awful, on the bad days.
"I can barely even associate with people at all," he muttered. At least he was aware of it. Scar simply didn't seek out the company of others. He had lived without it for so long, it became ingrained in his nature.
But he couldn't bring himself to say that, in the slim chance that they could manage to get along and offer one another something. But it pricked at the back of his mind something awful, on the bad days.
"I can barely even associate with people at all," he muttered. At least he was aware of it. Scar simply didn't seek out the company of others. He had lived without it for so long, it became ingrained in his nature.
"You're getting better."
Lust's own voice was soft. She knew he spoke with people, and she could see his progress simply from their own interactions over the last near-year.
"It's...not easy. But nothing worthwhile ever is. And these things take time. You're not as bad as you think you are."
Lust's own voice was soft. She knew he spoke with people, and she could see his progress simply from their own interactions over the last near-year.
"It's...not easy. But nothing worthwhile ever is. And these things take time. You're not as bad as you think you are."
"Marginally." He still couldn't bring himself to integrate well with people. It wasn't comfortable. He would rather deal with sleeping outside than with a landlord. He found reasons to turn down invitations.
It was all further evidenced in that he was struggling for things to say right now. He was with the person he was honestly more comfortable wtih than anyone else, and he couldn't even think of something to say to her. Scar's shoulders deflated.
Did she say that because she just wanted him to hear it? Or because she actually thought so?
It was all further evidenced in that he was struggling for things to say right now. He was with the person he was honestly more comfortable wtih than anyone else, and he couldn't even think of something to say to her. Scar's shoulders deflated.
Did she say that because she just wanted him to hear it? Or because she actually thought so?
"A marginal improvement is still an improvement," Lust pointed out, her tone conversational and logical. Scar's progression was slow, but it was there. It wasn't as though he were entirely incapable of growth and healing.
"I know it's difficult to see from the inside. I have the same trouble. But you aren't entirely stagnant, and that alone is something to take comfort in. With more time, you'll see more improvement, and eventually it will become easier."
She fiddled with her napkin, twisting it between her fingers idly.
"And you can talk to me, if you ever feel the need to talk about these things."
"I know it's difficult to see from the inside. I have the same trouble. But you aren't entirely stagnant, and that alone is something to take comfort in. With more time, you'll see more improvement, and eventually it will become easier."
She fiddled with her napkin, twisting it between her fingers idly.
"And you can talk to me, if you ever feel the need to talk about these things."
Oh, good.
I'm sure you're aware of upcoming...festivities. I don't want to deal with them. I've dealt with enough hints and insinuations and veiled inquiries already. It's everywhere, and it's a much larger deal than I initially thought.
[She went shopping yesterday, the displays had practically overwhelmed her. She supposes she could just stop there, but if they get to talking there's a chance she'll abandon the idea entirely. So she keeps on going.]
Would you be agreeable to just...hiding away and ignoring civilization for the day?
I'm sure you're aware of upcoming...festivities. I don't want to deal with them. I've dealt with enough hints and insinuations and veiled inquiries already. It's everywhere, and it's a much larger deal than I initially thought.
[She went shopping yesterday, the displays had practically overwhelmed her. She supposes she could just stop there, but if they get to talking there's a chance she'll abandon the idea entirely. So she keeps on going.]
Would you be agreeable to just...hiding away and ignoring civilization for the day?
[Scar hesitates for a moment. That's... a slightly confusing question.]
Hints and insinuations about what?
Hints and insinuations about what?
Apparently my family. And probably Alphonse. I don't know, I don't understand it.
But I also don't want to deal with it.
The way I see it is this: either I stay home and fend off questions, suggestions, and likely pity while you're alone doing nothing in the middle of Romance Day in the City... or I rent us a room and we play board games and eat take away and ignore the whole thing.
But I also don't want to deal with it.
The way I see it is this: either I stay home and fend off questions, suggestions, and likely pity while you're alone doing nothing in the middle of Romance Day in the City... or I rent us a room and we play board games and eat take away and ignore the whole thing.
I'll see to it, then. I promise I don't have any ulterior motives.
[She just wants to be clear, despite the fact Scar seems amenable.]
And anyway, it gives us an excuse to spend a day together. I think we're ready for that.
[She just wants to be clear, despite the fact Scar seems amenable.]
And anyway, it gives us an excuse to spend a day together. I think we're ready for that.
All right, all right...
[He doesn't even want to think about that.]
[He doesn't even want to think about that.]
We'll have a nice time.
You can even pick the food.
You can even pick the food.
Just let me know where I'm supposed to be and when.
[This sounds completely ridiculous...]
[This sounds completely ridiculous...]
I will. I'll make the arrangements in the morning.
Tonight I'm putting up thicker curtains, I can't stand this cold. Winter lasts too long. At least Guttle enjoys it.
Tonight I'm putting up thicker curtains, I can't stand this cold. Winter lasts too long. At least Guttle enjoys it.
[Scar is about to hang up when Lust seems inclined to carry on the conversation. He braces himself, adjusting where he's seated for the long haul.]
Amestris was worse.
[Or maybe it had just been the bitter atmosphere in general that made it seem so.]
Amestris was worse.
[Or maybe it had just been the bitter atmosphere in general that made it seem so.]
Was it? I can't make a proper comparison, the cold back there didn't bother me any. Winter always seemed sad, somehow, though. Or maybe that was only me.
Here it's just cold.
Here it's just cold.
It was.
[And just a miserable place in general, really.]
The Pokémon make it more manageable.
[As does the lack of Amestrians.]
[And just a miserable place in general, really.]
The Pokémon make it more manageable.
[As does the lack of Amestrians.]
They do help, don't they? I let as many into the bed as want to, now. But that makes getting up all the worse.
...Except Sticky. Sticky's never allowed in the bed.
[After the indecent with Henry, Sticky isn't even allowed near the bed.]
...Except Sticky. Sticky's never allowed in the bed.
[After the indecent with Henry, Sticky isn't even allowed near the bed.]
A valid restriction, if its name means anything.
[Scar struggles with this. Just talking for the sake of talking.]
[Scar struggles with this. Just talking for the sake of talking.]
My Swirlix. Are you familiar with them? Their bodies are cotton candy. Organic cotton candy.
Do you ever just stop and think about the biology of your Pokemon?
Do you ever just stop and think about the biology of your Pokemon?
[And now they're jumping between topics...]
I have stopped questioning it. I end up thinking that this is all a dying fever dream.
[To be brutally honest.]
I have stopped questioning it. I end up thinking that this is all a dying fever dream.
[To be brutally honest.]
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