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[kazama_kuroo]

Title: Wasting Time
Characters: Black Jack, anybody who wants to join
Location: Somewhere outside Malaise (FREEZE TO DEATH? WHAT IS THIS 'FREEZE TO DEATH' YOU SPEAK OF?)
Rating: PG-13 in case of verbal outrage?
Summary: Was he really accomplishing anything here?
Date/Time: Day 19/Free Time

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[cmdr_pinstripes]

Even if he'd been the first to make any sort of eye contact, Torn wasn't very happy at the realization that the two figures had noticed him. The closer they got, the more he disliked their gaze. One came from a youth with blue hair of all things, obscuring the view of one of his...her...its eyes. The gender of the person was so hard to place with those soft features and androgynous coat. He suspected that it could very well be a young man, but...he certainly wouldn't make any assumptions. The second, though obviously a man, was even stranger. Black and white hair together with stitched features that seemed to be made from different skin completely. It brought to mind a scarecrow, from the stitching, or maybe even more cliche, Frankenstein's monster itself.

But Torn let none of his personal thoughts on the strange, quiet couple leak to his face. He'd hardly been desensitized by this place--hell, it continued to surprise him each day--still, raising a ruckus over trivial things like the looks of someone he may never even have to speak with would only lead to unnecessary troubles. So his gaze kept even and no surprise, no matter how much of it he felt, went further than his grey-blue eyes.

...and then Patchwork there had to open his trap.

Not wanting to be rude, but at the same time doing his best not to make his reply sound like any invitation for a conversation, he replied with his name. Then, almost as an after thought, added, "I'm new."