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[stray_gunner]

Who: Heine Rammsteiner (stray_gunner and Dawn Summers (girl_unlocking )
When: Backdated a bit to Wednesday evening. Or Thursday morning?
Where: A random rooftop.
Format: Action? I'm flexible though~
What: After helping (?) Dawn when her stigma was gray and oozing (when was it not?), Heine is invited to throw muffins at people with her. Yeah, we don't know either.
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[girl_unlocking]

[And she's there - been there a few minutes, just standing, gazing out over the rooftops trying to recall something she can't seem to get at. At all. And then she hears him. Heine. Stops scratching at the dark little spot of missing memory in her head and grins.

She's got a bag full of tiny muffins, some of them gone slightly stale and beginning to harden around the edges, and a couple wrapped up inside a napkin that aren't stale at all. For eating. Can you even work up an appetite throwing muffins off a roof?]

Hey, you.

[stray_gunner]

[His fingers curl reflexively around the staircase railing before he forces himself to let go and school his expression into a slightly less grumpy neutral. It's kind of successful, at least - he doesn't look quite as irritated, which he counts as a victory.]

[Heine mutters a greeting and climbs up the last few steps, leaning slightly against the railing before walking a little closer.]

You remember being little?

[It's a sudden question, as he stands a few feet away, still uneasy but maybe a little calmer than he had been before.]

...in your world, I mean. Not that time when we all turned into little brats.

[girl_unlocking]

[Her mouth opens. Hello, left field. Hello ...oh. It's a tough question. (not the toughest, but it's circling that area) But unlike the ten lost days, she does remember.]

Sure.

[She shrugs, trying to look nonchalant - hey, yeah, sure I remember, just a normal question, right? - only she probably doesn't, and she can't really tell. It was so much easier when she believed all the fake memories were true.]

Yeah. I ...guess. I mean sure.

[Did he know something? Did she say something weird at the clinic? She half remembered saying something to Sakura, but she didn't think---]

[And then really softly, looking up at him, something a little like fear in her eyes.]

Why?

[stray_gunner]

[His eyes narrow, but he doesn't push it as Dawn stammers out a reply. Her question, though, makes him wince internally, makes the dog laugh harsh and low.]

[Why?]

[He remembers a girl asking him that, so long ago.

Why are we here? What are these things? ...brother, I'm scared.]

[Letting out a sigh, Heine shrugs and keeps his gaze fixed on the horizon.]

Just wondering.

[He leaves it at that and rocks back on his heels for a moment, silent.]