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[heavenfang]

... I don't know how many friends he made here, but I guess I should inform anyone that might care that... Gremio's gone. All that's left is a drone. No cheek scar, so... it's definitely not him. No sense in questioning it.

... So. I hear a lot of talk about this prom thing. It sounds kind of like some of the formal parties they used to host in Gregminster, though those were mostly for adults of the noble class. Still, that's my experience with them. A lot of glamor and putting on masks... I actually don't have a lot of taste for it. But somehow, I think it'll be different here. Maybe...

Anyways, can anyone tell me more about the concept? I guess Americans would be best qualified, but I'll take any perspective I can get. Personal anecdotes especially. I just want to hear some stories right now... stories of places far and away.

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[heavenfang]

Yeah... I just really don't want to be alone right now.

[beamiracle]

I understand. If you ever feel that way, you're welcome to come over anytime.

[heavenfang]

Mm...

Alright. I'll see you later, then.

[beamiracle]

Of course.

[action because I said so]

[heavenfang]

-And as promised, Tir came as the sun was setting, letting out a small sigh before knocking on the door to Lion's assigned house. It was odd... He never really talked to anyone else that lived there. He wasn't really in a mood to now, either. He hoped it was Lion answering the door.-

fine geez!!!

[beamiracle]

[He probably would sometime, but Lion had a feeling that this would be a more private meeting. So of course he's the one to answer the door.]

Hello, Tir.

[heavenfang]

Hey... -He shifted his staff aside, pulling a Tupperware container from his satchel.-

I brought you the last of the stew Gremio had stored up... it's frozen, though.

[beamiracle]

Oh? [Lion takes it.] Well, we can just heat that up if we're hungry, then. Come in.

[heavenfang]

-Tir nodded, doing so. He set Heaven Fang aside by the coat rack, not really having anywhere else to put it. He also pulled off his bandanna. His hair was getting seriously shaggy under there...-

[beamiracle]

[Lion notices that, but he doesn't say anything. At least, for now.] Shall we sit down?

[heavenfang]

Ah... Yeah. Sure.

[beamiracle]

[To the living room as usual, then, where Lion will sit down on the couch and motion for Tir to sit next to him. At first he tries to think of something else to talk about...but he can still sense that elephant in the room, and he can't help but worry.]

...are you going to be alright?

[heavenfang]

-Tir slumped into the couch, leaning forward and placing his thumbs against his temples.-

I... I don't know.

[beamiracle]

It's never easy when it happens. I've seen a lot of my relatives be brought here and then droned. My sister, Jessica...she was here twice, and I still couldn't get used to seeing her like that.

[Lion sighs.] I know this may not mean much, but...I truly am sorry this happened to you. And to Gremio-san.

[heavenfang]

I don't think sorrys account for much right now... But thanks...

[beamiracle]

[There are times when they don't, and Lion realizes with some dismay that this is one of them. Not knowing what else to do or say, after a moment of silence Lion reaches over to take Tir's hand and give it a gentle squeeze.]

[heavenfang]

-Tir was slow to do so, but he eventually returned the gesture, leaning against the other boy.-

[beamiracle]

[Lion leans back against him, fine with not saying anything for the moment. Sometimes there isn't a need for words.]

[heavenfang]

... Thanks. -Small gesture... and it meant the world to him.-

[beamiracle]

[Lion offers him a smile.] You're welcome.

[He leans in to nuzzle into Tir's hair before realizing...] Your hair's gotten a bit long.

[heavenfang]

Mm... I had meant to ask Gremio to cut it... Kept putting it off.

[beamiracle]

I could cut it for you, if you like. I give my own hair a trim whenever it starts to get too long. [Because there's no way in hell Lion would let any drone barbers get near his hair.]

[heavenfang]

Looks like you're pretty good at it, then... Your hair always looks nice.

[beamiracle]

Oh, well...I was always expected to make sure it was presentable. Old habits die hard, I suppose.

[heavenfang]

Guess so... Either way, I'd definitely trust you with my hair.