Thirty-five serpents: Never trust the tenor of the skies

[scarysnakelady]

[The camera view is a quick sweep of a suddenly mostly empty apartment she wasn't expecting to be empty. Everything's neat, and nice, and Jiraiya's, judging by the stacks of art supplies left.

The laugh Anko gives is tired, mirthless--like if she didn't laugh she might yell instead.Well that's one helluva birthday present

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Is it? Happy birthday then.

[scarysnakelady]

Yep. Another year gone here. Thanks though.

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You've been here that long?

[scarysnakelady]

Longer. It was April when I got here, so...

You probably don't remember, but you've been here on and off for even longer, I think.

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[she looks slightly uncomfortable at the mention of that but makes no remark on it--she can't really bring herself to think on it too much when this person has a look like that on their face]

Did we know each other before? I'm sorry if I've forgotten you.

[scarysnakelady]

No, not really. I've just noticed you coming a going a fair bit, that's all. Plus the boys' reaction when you come back, well. That's usually pretty damn amusing.

[If there's any envy there, or longing, Anko covers it up pretty damn well with that last part.]

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Well. It's never too late to get to know someone, right? You might already know then, but my name is Winry.

[scarysnakelady]

I suppose, if you like. [Everyone disappears in the end, it's all futile... but that's no way to live.] I'm Anko. Just Anko.

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Good to meet you, Anko. [she hesitates. Though she can tell Anko's really down, and she wants to help, she's not sure how much a stranger like her should say but then she just goes for it]

Just like I've come and gone, and many other people I'm sure, your friend could very well come back some day. The best you can do for them is make sure they have a place to return to.