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[This isn't the first time Scar has sneaked into Shark House unannounced.

One would think that he learned his lesson last time; Lust had been furious, but teaching old dogs not to break and enter private property is a tall order.

He's currently in the kitchen and under the assumption that Lust is the only person home, poking in the fridge for something to snack on while he waits.]

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<sub>[One would think that. Especially when one of the residents tended to hide like a stressed out shelter cat when anyone new showed up. Henry had been quietly reading in his Ogre Hut (a ridiculously small children's play tent from the Orange Islands) when he heard the fridge open.]

[...]

[Heather was out training. Envy was out having...problems...Lust was gone when he woke up. A dark-ringed eye peers through the cheap plastic flap of the Ogre hut. Around the edge of the kitchen door he sees it. A towering, Frankenstein-esque shape. And it is none of his housemates.]

[Oh fuck. Oh. Fuck.]

[The entire Ogre Hut lifts on a pair of skinny legs and shuffles out of the living room and down the hall. Quiet as death. But it is not gone for long, for the Ogre Hut returns and advances toward Scar's back. Inside, Henry has traded his book for a cruel, twisted weapon he's kept with him for many a year now: the Fry Basket from his first job.]

[It protected him from the bugs. It protected him from the evil exploding pine cones of doom. It protected him from Slightly. And now, with its handle nearly snapped in two, it would protect the entire household.]

[There is a scream. It is the scream of a god-killer.]</sub>

[envy_the_sinners]

[Scar whirls around with with the speed of a honed killer when Henry not-so-subtly makes his presence known. His arm swings down and snaps toward Henry's wrist with bruising force, aiming to disarm the poor soul who has just witnessed a giant digging through his kitchen.

He's not exactly being careful for Henry's safety; the fact that this is the strange Banana Man who apparently eats berries for fun has yet to register. It's all war-honed instinct, right now.]

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<sub>[Henry is used to killing monsters. Monsters. Horrible, eyeless fleshy things that stumble through dark passes on claws and stumps and enormous scary man hands.]

[Scar is a people. So he manages to catch the recluse's wrist with ease. The pressure makes him drop the basket and let out a loud croak of pain. It's then that he notices the big X across the man's face.]

[Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no.]

[If only it were a monster.]</sub>

I--I--

[envy_the_sinners]

[Clarity dawns on Scar's stony face after a moment.

And then it dawns on him that he doesn't actually know the strange reclusive man living in the homunculi's house as anything other than-]

Banana Man.

[Scar's tense posture eases, but that doesn't do a whole lot for the giant factor.]

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I'm sorry, I-- I thought--

<sub>[Henry's face loses its color as literal years of being socialized come crashing down around his ears. This interaction had landed him in the Done Zone SO fast. He can't believe he nearly beaned one of his housemates' friends. That he'd try to bean anybody in this peaceful world. Who was just standing at the fridge.]

[His socks start slipping on the tile as he tries to backpedal. Boy his wrist hurts.]</sub>

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I did not think anyone was home.

[Anyone but Lust, for that matter. Scar is still stony-faced as ever when he says-]

I apologize.

[He turns back to the fridge, this time opening up the freezer to find a bag of frozen peas for Henry's wrist.]

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Me...neither.

<sub>[The color is returning to his face, though now it's scarlet. He feels like such an asshole. He wants to melt through the floor like one of those horrible ghosts back in the Otherworld and never return. Ow his wrist.]

[He gingerly reaches down to collect his weapon, still whole and able to fight another day. Perhaps against a real threat.]</sub>

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[Scar removes a bag from the freezer and reaches for a paper towel, wrapping it before offering it to Henry. He glances down at the other man's weapon of choice with a cynical frown.]

You ought to at least be using something sharp.

[SCAR MAYBE HE DOESN'T WANT TO KILL ANYONE.]

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_{[He puts the basket on the counter and takes the peas obediently.]}

I'm...going to go. Okay bye.

_{[Henry proceeds to crab shuffle sideways out of the kitchen and around the corner and down the hall where NOBODY WILL EVER SEE HIM EVER EVER AGAIN oh holy fuck he will never hear the end of this.]}

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[Scar only stares in mild bewilderment as Henry flees the scene.]

Good bye...

[Luckily for Henry, Scar doesn't plan to tell anyone.]