Scar didn't come around the homunculus house anymore.
He could tolerate dirty looks and that stupid rumor that he had broken Henry's wrist. He didn't owe anyone an explanation for what happened between himself and Lust, negative or otherwise. But when it became painfully clear that those surrounding her would go to physical lengths to keep him away, he could get the damn message. It was one he was used to. Instigating them further would only create more stress and negative associations between him and his...
Companion?
He suspected Lust would laugh at the word. Scar's lips twitched into what might pass for a smile at the thought.
Regardless of baggage, today he found himself on the doorstep of Shark House for the first time in several months. Not climbing through the second story window, or sneaking in the backdoor, the actual front step. It was shortly after New Years, and it was snowing. Quite similar to the last time he had been here, though it had technically been summer at the time. He'd cut his hair since then, much to the relief of everyone around him.
Lust had sent him to retrieve some of her things to be moved to the cabin, but he suspected ulterior motives. Scar took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
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He could tolerate dirty looks and that stupid rumor that he had broken Henry's wrist. He didn't owe anyone an explanation for what happened between himself and Lust, negative or otherwise. But when it became painfully clear that those surrounding her would go to physical lengths to keep him away, he could get the damn message. It was one he was used to. Instigating them further would only create more stress and negative associations between him and his...
Companion?
He suspected Lust would laugh at the word. Scar's lips twitched into what might pass for a smile at the thought.
Regardless of baggage, today he found himself on the doorstep of Shark House for the first time in several months. Not climbing through the second story window, or sneaking in the backdoor, the actual front step. It was shortly after New Years, and it was snowing. Quite similar to the last time he had been here, though it had technically been summer at the time. He'd cut his hair since then, much to the relief of everyone around him.
Lust had sent him to retrieve some of her things to be moved to the cabin, but he suspected ulterior motives. Scar took a deep breath and knocked on the door.