Day 49: Noon - Bill's Hardware

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When the rain started coming down even harder the nurses showed up to interfere, one shooing Senna off and the other insisting that Hanatarou find some shelter from the rain. Considering how cold and wet it was, and that he had only a jacket and hat to protect himself from the rain, he didn't really have any reason to argue, but still he might've

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It hadn't been long before a stranger came up and interrupted Hanatarou as he pretended to be fascinated by a shelf displaying rolls of tape in different colors. "Huh?" he said, blinking at the taller boy in surprise at being addressed, then after a moment started to actually pay attention to what said boy was saying. Pink hair and green eyes he knew, but...well, he hadn't exactly had reason to judge how hard Sakura hit. Maybe he was talking about the girl with pink hair he'd met last night? Too bad Hanatarou couldn't remember her name.

"Ah, I know, um...well, Sakura-san?" The shinigami absently rubbed the back of his neck with one hand as he considered. "I don't know about hitting anyone, though."

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The sudden enthusiasm was startling, to say the least, and Hanatarou automatically flinched away before he caught himself. "Er, I know, ah, a Sakura-san? I m-mean, um, she has pink hair, and. Well. She said she's a healer. Is it the same person?"

He was pretty sure he hadn't see Sakura today, or last night either, and didn't really have the slightest idea where to start looking for her. How exactly he was supposed to help the stranger find her when he wasn't even sure they were talking about the same Sakura, he had no idea. But he didn't want to object or anything, lest he offend the boy. Getting dragged into other peoples' business seemed to happen to him quite a bit lately.

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Scott shook some of the rain off himself when they got inside, not caring much that he was getting water on some of the window displays. The rain still felt real enough. Everything around him did. His whole freaking life had. And yet all signs continued to point to his fictionality (was that a word? it was now) in flashing neon colours. And to Keman's, for that matter. Right, the books, he thought.

"Yeah, I'm really betting that you're from some fantasy series or another. I just have no idea which one, so maybe you can help me out. If you were to give a title to your own life, what do you figure it'd be?" he asked as they wandered aimlessly into one of the store aisles.

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Scott wasn't too keen to stay near the older woman and the man. If they weren't just extras conjured up by Landel, they were probably more real than he or Keman were. It was making him very uncomfortable.

So Keman didn't know what "fantasy" meant? This was going to be tougher than he expected. He sighed as they walked, wiping some wet hair off his forehead. "I just... I had a talk with someone just now," he started explaining, shoving his hands in his raincoat pockets. He was silent for a bit, not quite sure how to continue. "You know how in my world, there isn't really so much in the way of real 'magic' like there is in yours, right?"