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That's how it all started. The idea to get a house. So the sharpedos could have a pool. But I do like the idea, of having a home. My own home, with my own room and my own things.

Chanteuse tries. I think she'd like to cook. Really she likes anything that gets her attention.

How do you expect to realistically pay for one?

[It's an honest question. Then again, Scar is frugal to the extreme, so he wouldn't even consider buying a home unless he was absolutely certain he had the steady funds to maintain it.]

We have a great deal of money.

Greed has plenty, and I have...more than plenty. France is rich and he's essentially family, he just sends it to me.

[Yes, her rich sort-of brother-in-law gives her a very generous allowance, she's not ashamed of this.]

So you're living together?

[Good thing he's in a good mood for this conversation. Scar's already heard enough on the network to know the general answer, but he doesn't want her thinking that.

He's not even touching the France thing.]

We're not people who can live alone. We'll have our own spaces, of course, but yes. We're going to share a house.

[Scar somehow manages to contain the annoyed frown. Somehow.]

At least you'll have a roof, I suppose.

And a place where our Pokemon can be out and in the real world.

We're getting a house together because it's practical. Lots of people do it. Anyway, we're homunculi. We tend to function in small groups.

[She knows what he's thinking, even so.]

You don't need to explain it to me.

[He knows why she is, but it's going to irk him no matter what he says. Scar would rather not discuss this at all.]

I feel like I should, though.

I...don't like doing things that bother you. And I know this bothers you.

[Scar takes a deep breath.]

You're still going to do it anyway. There is no sense in trying to convince me to feel better about it.

I just wish I could understand why it bothers you so much. I know Greed's a man, but...

He's my closest friend. It's not as though we're going to be living together like that. We're going to have separate rooms.

It just... isn't done, Lust. I don't see why you insist on discussing it.

Why can't it be done? I mean that seriously. Why can't two people who happen to be different genders share a building?

Because if we can somehow work out small issues, we might have some chance at the big ones.

It's... a human thing. When people live together, there is a certain obligation to one another that I know he doesn't care about. I don't want to discuss this. Even if I took the time to explain, you wouldn't understand.

Alright. I confess, I'm ignorant of many human conventions and can't understand a number of them. Try as I might.

[It's not a point she can argue, even if she wanted to.]

But...he does care about me and look out for me. Perhaps not in a human way, but we're neither of us really human.

That doesn't make him a good... partner, or whatever you're calling it. He is still reckless and impulsive.

[So yes. Scar's entire problem can be boiled down to "I don't approve."]

I know he is. But what does that matter? He's my closest friend, I'm not trying to be him.

He also cares about me, and takes care of me, and swore to protect me if I needed it. He understands me and cheers me up when I'm sad and wants me to be happy. He listens to me even when I'm talking about nothing and want to talk to fill the silence. Those things do make him a good friend.

Any number of them make anyone a good friend.

[Hint hint, Scar.]

It matters because he's exactly the type to get caught up in a bad situation without even realizing it.

And I don't need his laundry list, either.

[Oh, he gets your hint. And he's going to be a contrary toddler and act like he's ignoring it.]

Anyone can get caught up in a bad situation without realizing it.

I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to... I didn't mean it that way. I do appreciate that you're concerned about who I trust, but he's not as bad as you think he is. That's all I'm trying to explain.

[Scar frowns, watching Miriam instead of the 'Gear screen.]

That's just something we're not going to agree on.

Alright, we'll agree to disagree.

I've made other friends, here. I'm starting to, anyway.

It isn't difficult.

[He doesn't mean that as an insult. It's simply an observation. He just doesn't have the tact to clear that up.]

There is a surprising number of younger people, who have been taken here. They trip over themselves to meet others.

I've noticed. The people I seem to get along with best outside of my own are young people.

But then again, I'm young people. More or less.

That's true.

[He continues to watch Miriam rather than the screen.]

It's strange. Seeing all of these people who could very well be your age, or my age. They're all of them very... different. Younger in heart and mind.

The number of years a person lives doesn't have much to do with it, I don't think.

But I suppose I can't really say, I've always been more or less the same. I've wondered sometimes, what it's like. To be a child, to grow up.

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