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WHO: Jonathan Crane ( phobiaasphyxia ) and Ruka ( gallitrap )
WHERE: Random Bus-stop number 4
WHEN: Around five-pm, May 25th
WARNINGS: Mind fucking of the highest order
SUMMARY: Ruka just wants to go home. Jonathan has other plans.
FORMAT: Quicklog or paragraph.

[ We have a Crane dressed in civilian clothing -- nice workshirt, tie, pants, etc -- and he's waiting for the bus. How much harm could he do? ]

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[ he laughs, again, though this time beneath his breath ]

Sometimes. When you become older, it becomes harder to do so, I think.

Really? It seems like it would be easier, once you're older.

[ A non-committal shrug. He moves to sit down on the bench ]

Time inures us to each other moreso than strengthens bonds we make in childhood. Between families supplanting bonds of friendship, and windows of opportunity to actually experience one another's company becoming smaller and smaller, it's hard for -- at least myself and those I grew up with -- to actually connect with each other all the time, if at all.

It's why I only count two men as being my "friends" instead of simply acquaintances.

[ Ruka eyes the bench, but does not sit. After all, the bus should be arriving soon, and while she felt more comfortable with the stranger, she didn't want to have to get up and then run, should any monsters or anything similar show up. ]

[ She was, regardless, saddened by his story. ]

I'm sorry you feel that way. But... even if you are apart from the friends you know back home, you can always make new ones, here. It's been much easier for me to make friends here than it was back home.

[ He stays silent for a couple of odd moments. ]

Would there be a point to it?

[ Ruka gives the stranger a very peculiar look. She seems confused. ]

Of course there is.

Outside of the obvious need for connection?

That's like...

[ Ruka frowns, thinking for a moment. ]

Like asking if there's a point to eating. Part of it's because it's ... necessary, but if it was only that, then people wouldn't bother making things taste good.

[ He shrugs, rolling his shoulders back ]

I see no need for it, no.

[ She gave a small nod, conceding the point. After all, she didn't know him — he might have been satisfied with his two friends. ]

[ ... what time was it, anyway? ]

[ He shakes his head, again ]

Do you think me mad, for it?

Mad, like, crazy? No...

[ Car. Ruka slides her hands deeper into her pockets, looking away. ]

You probably have a reason.

[ Hands in pockets time, I guess ]

And that reason would be?

[ And now, confusion. ]

Huh? I don't know... they would be your reasons, sir.

Enlighten me.

I don't understand what you're asking.

[ His eye offers the barest of twitches ]

I'm asking if you think it strange that I only possess two friends?

[ She shakes her head. ]

No, that's not strange.

Hm.

[ He shakes his head. ]

What time is it?

Uh...

[ She doesn't have a watch, so Ruka pulls out her communicator to check the time. Anyone who didn't have one of these would likely assume it was a normal cell phone, if a little on the bulky side. ]

Almost five-thirty.

[ He hmmms gently, and fishes out a pocket watch from the inside of his coat ]

[ And no new messages, either. Well, at least she wasn't getting yelled at for being a little late. Back into the pocket the communicator went. ]

What was the time, again?

About five-thirty.

[ He flips open the pocketwatch, and winds it almost experimentally. ]

Hm.

they are terrible, i know

crane is becoming exponentially creepier the longer this goes.

it takes time for these things to happen

by which i was still referring to keywords >>

oooooh. my mistake.

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And here we GO.

Dun dun dun!

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