[ A voice he doesn't recognize echoes through the sanctuary. Minato blinks, gazing up at the ceiling and at a boy who looks roughly his own age. He takes the hand because it's offered to him, pulling himself back to his feet.
When did this guy get here? Minato glances at him up and down. He can't say the teen looks unfamiliar, but he's unable to place a name next to the face. Maybe they'd crossed paths at school? That still wouldn't explain why he can't help but feel there's something missing about the other guy. ]
...thanks.
[ Man. His head really does sting, but the ache is clustered around one of his temples instead of the back of his head. Weird.
Maybe he should introduce himself since he doesn't quite recognize the other teen, but instead what comes out of his mouth is: ]
Why are you here...?
[ Nobody comes around this church so late at night. It's what makes it the ideal napping spot. ]
[As Minato straightens up, Scott releases his grip, letting the other teen recover from his slight fall with a small amount of concern. It didn't seem too bad of a fall at least; he didn't hear bones cracking and stuff, but he nods to the pew once more, as if offering for him to sit down and rest.
Although, the question catches him off guard, and he finds himself answering almost automatically--]
Don't all good boys and girls go to church?
[As the slightly sarcastic comment leaves him, Scott blinks, as if surprised that he said something like that. It just felt natural, those words slipping before his brain was able to catch up.] Sorry, um, I'm here because... I just wanted to be.
[ If that's the case, then he really shouldn't be here. While Minato wouldn't consider himself "bad" necessarily, calling himself "good" seems like too strong a word too. He falls somewhere in the middle, which also means maybe he's not the sort who belongs in a church either.
He takes a seat as Scott motions to the pew, pressing his right index and middle fingers against his temple. ]
...are you trying not to think about something too?
[ That's what he was doing here, anyways. Maybe this other teen is here for the same reason. Maybe he's trying not to think too hard about something that's barely in reach, something that's almost fully materialized in his mind's eye, but dissipates as soon as his fingers brush against it. ]
[...Man, he didn't have to call him out that fast.
Scott resists the urge to place his legs on top of the bench in front of him, because what kind of good boy would do something like that? Still, the feeling's there and maybe that's an even bigger sign that he's letting all this strangeness get to him. He's been... grumpier? Angrier? Maybe it's all the confusion from everything going on, but somehow, it doesn't feel out of place.
At least Minato implied he's going through something similar. Perhaps. It would help with probably feeling less lonely about all this. For the both of them. Is the church the best place to go to not feel judged? Who knows. But Scott finds himself opening up anyway.]
...Yeah.
[He frowns, eyes staring forward, almost lost in thought.] A lot of... weird stuff's been happening, you know?
[ He nods. Yep. Lots of weird stuff, like stumbling upon things he feels like he should know but can't recall why. And while he'd like to have pocketed what he'd come across to reexamine it all elsewhere, those objects had disappeared without a trace after he'd taken his eyes off of them.
Minato glances ahead, eyes fixed on the church's altar. ]
...mm. Just now, I was having a weird dream.
[ And while having strange dreams isn't that outlandish, it felt so uncannily real.
His gaze shifts back to Scott as he frowns, staring at the other teen's face. ]
You're... missing something.
[ While he's not sure what that "something" might be, Minato is almost certain that Scott's missing something from his face. ...but what? ]
[Normally, hearing that someone is having a weird dream wouldn't be a cause of any sort of concern. Like cool, so what, don't we all have freakin' weird dreams, especially after eating a bowl of ice cream at like 2 am or something? But right now, it actually catches Scott's attention, because it feels like nothing should be ignored, especially if it feels off. If it feels strangely important.
He just wants to know what the hell is happening to him and his friends so that he can go back to living a normal life with them. Be... himself.
...
He's about to prod Minato about the dream thing, when the other teen looks at him and wow, okay. Rude.]
Pretty sure my eyes, nose, and mouth are there.
[Scott sarcastically replies, although, honestly, he's been feeling that way too about himself. There is something missing about him, something vital, like if it's not on him... then he might just hurt everyone around him. Maybe he'll come admitting to that at some point, especially if teen feels this way about him, because then maybe that means something?? There is something going on.]
[ That's why the thing that's missing is something other than Scott's eyes, nose, and mouth. ]
...no, something else --
[ It feels a little like it's staring Minato right in the face. Even so, he can't quite place a finger on it. He shakes his head. Maybe Scott's right. Maybe there isn't anything missing on him after all. ]
Never mind.
[ He lets that thought drift away. There's nothing missing from Scott. Probably.
Minato averts his gaze, pensive frown settling on his face. ]
...it feels like I'm missing something too, something that I should have all the time.
[ An article of clothing? His own set of eyewear? Surely, it couldn't be that missing nonfunctional pistol he'd kept on his desk? It's not like it was a real weapon, so he'd simply left it next to his schoolbooks. But one day, he'd returned from school and it was nowhere to be found. ]
[Shit, he didn't mean it like that. Scott frowns as he watches Minato look away, an apology already building as that weird irritation fades away. All this memory crap is really getting to him, huh?]
...No, I'm sorry-- I know what you mean. I feel like something is missing, something that I should always be wearing. It's so important, like I'd rather walk outside barefoot than leave without... whatever it is.
[He hurries to clarify, stating what's been on his mind before the topic fully fades away. If he pushes it to the side now, maybe it won't come up again and he doesn't want that. He wants to talk to someone that may understand how he's feeling; it's better than just bouncing ideas off his own head.]
But you feel the same? Is it something about your face as well? Or... what?
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When did this guy get here? Minato glances at him up and down. He can't say the teen looks unfamiliar, but he's unable to place a name next to the face. Maybe they'd crossed paths at school? That still wouldn't explain why he can't help but feel there's something missing about the other guy. ]
...thanks.
[ Man. His head really does sting, but the ache is clustered around one of his temples instead of the back of his head. Weird.
Maybe he should introduce himself since he doesn't quite recognize the other teen, but instead what comes out of his mouth is: ]
Why are you here...?
[ Nobody comes around this church so late at night. It's what makes it the ideal napping spot. ]
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Although, the question catches him off guard, and he finds himself answering almost automatically--]
Don't all good boys and girls go to church?
[As the slightly sarcastic comment leaves him, Scott blinks, as if surprised that he said something like that. It just felt natural, those words slipping before his brain was able to catch up.] Sorry, um, I'm here because... I just wanted to be.
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He takes a seat as Scott motions to the pew, pressing his right index and middle fingers against his temple. ]
...are you trying not to think about something too?
[ That's what he was doing here, anyways. Maybe this other teen is here for the same reason. Maybe he's trying not to think too hard about something that's barely in reach, something that's almost fully materialized in his mind's eye, but dissipates as soon as his fingers brush against it. ]
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Scott resists the urge to place his legs on top of the bench in front of him, because what kind of good boy would do something like that? Still, the feeling's there and maybe that's an even bigger sign that he's letting all this strangeness get to him. He's been... grumpier? Angrier? Maybe it's all the confusion from everything going on, but somehow, it doesn't feel out of place.
At least Minato implied he's going through something similar. Perhaps. It would help with probably feeling less lonely about all this. For the both of them. Is the church the best place to go to not feel judged? Who knows. But Scott finds himself opening up anyway.]
...Yeah.
[He frowns, eyes staring forward, almost lost in thought.] A lot of... weird stuff's been happening, you know?
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Minato glances ahead, eyes fixed on the church's altar. ]
...mm. Just now, I was having a weird dream.
[ And while having strange dreams isn't that outlandish, it felt so uncannily real.
His gaze shifts back to Scott as he frowns, staring at the other teen's face. ]
You're... missing something.
[ While he's not sure what that "something" might be, Minato is almost certain that Scott's missing something from his face. ...but what? ]
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He just wants to know what the hell is happening to him and his friends so that he can go back to living a normal life with them. Be... himself.
...
He's about to prod Minato about the dream thing, when the other teen looks at him and wow, okay. Rude.]
Pretty sure my eyes, nose, and mouth are there.
[Scott sarcastically replies, although, honestly, he's been feeling that way too about himself. There is something missing about him, something vital, like if it's not on him... then he might just hurt everyone around him. Maybe he'll come admitting to that at some point, especially if teen feels this way about him, because then maybe that means something?? There is something going on.]
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...no, something else --
[ It feels a little like it's staring Minato right in the face. Even so, he can't quite place a finger on it. He shakes his head. Maybe Scott's right. Maybe there isn't anything missing on him after all. ]
Never mind.
[ He lets that thought drift away. There's nothing missing from Scott. Probably.
Minato averts his gaze, pensive frown settling on his face. ]
...it feels like I'm missing something too, something that I should have all the time.
[ An article of clothing? His own set of eyewear? Surely, it couldn't be that missing nonfunctional pistol he'd kept on his desk? It's not like it was a real weapon, so he'd simply left it next to his schoolbooks. But one day, he'd returned from school and it was nowhere to be found. ]
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...No, I'm sorry-- I know what you mean. I feel like something is missing, something that I should always be wearing. It's so important, like I'd rather walk outside barefoot than leave without... whatever it is.
[He hurries to clarify, stating what's been on his mind before the topic fully fades away. If he pushes it to the side now, maybe it won't come up again and he doesn't want that. He wants to talk to someone that may understand how he's feeling; it's better than just bouncing ideas off his own head.]
But you feel the same? Is it something about your face as well? Or... what?