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Skav waggles a finger in Blue's direction at their self-deprecating smirk, eyes glittering with something new, something exciting. They looked like a child for a moment, a child who had discovered something worth playing with and examining. They saw an inch of Blue's self-hate, right? A margin of the man's true colors. Observation was Skav's key trait as a scout for the Razors, and if they didn't put it to use now then what good were they? [b][color=#ff00a5]"If you keep up this little act of yours, Blue, then you'll stay nothing."[/color][/b] Skav leans forward and offers a soft, uncharacteristic smile. They felt the tension of a lie between them, but they weren't sure if it was Blue lying to himself or Skav. It left the latter feeling a bit prickly, a bit concerned, and a bit curious. [b][color=#ff00a5]"Don't you know? I can't stand liars."[/color][/b] 

As Blue turns the conversation over to Skav's questions, they listen quietly, not expecting much. Their apathy returns in record time, and they seem rather unaffected by the other's words until the end. They blinked, feeling a bit caught off guard, and then pressed further into the arm of the couch. Idly, they picked at the fraying fabric at the edge of the cushion, snuffing a dopey look. This time, they felt no lies. [b][color=#ff00a5]"Everyone listens, and San Marzano hasn't changed, regardless if I'm here or not. It'll always be a dreary, dark shithole."[/color][/b] Skav gives Blue a complicated expression, a mixture of confusion and gratitude, and then they reached down to snatch up their water bottle. 

Skav drank slowly, eyes dark, but at Blue's next question they froze. Their chest constricted, their mind blanked, everything turned white and fuzzy and Skav only saw dark eyes. Their glare refused to falter, even if their fingers clenched and shook.

[b][color=#ff00a5]"Why? Ah--"[/color][/b] Skav forced a straight face and leaned back, trying to get as far as humanly possible away from Blue's stare. The couch suddenly felt too small, too open, and without much of a warning they rose and wandered back into the kitchen. Every move was calculated, every step heavy, every sway intentional.  Hands grappled quietly for ajar cabinets, pulling out half-empty liquor bottles. Of course, drinking after just throwing up every single poisonous substance in their body wasn't a smart move, but the morning was bound to be a rough one regardless, and with a soft laugh they spun the cap off an aged vodka and took a long, burning shot. 

They breathed around their screaming lungs, head stuffed with cotton and veins pumped too full of blood, and then they turned and returned to the couch, passing on the bottle to Blue expectantly. [b][color=#ff00a5]"This is gonna help,"[/color][/b] They said first, casually nodding to the bottle between them, [b][color=#ff00a5]"Because obviously nothing is peachy keen in life for people like us."[/color][/b] Skav stared ahead, trained apathy glowing from every inch of their body, and they focused on the gaze in front of them. Dark eyes versus light ones, dealer versus scout, Blue versus Skav.

They had no reason to hide from Blue. They also had no reason to spill their heart to him, no matter how good getting everything off their chest would feel. Words queued up, confessions and prayers, apologies and curses, lies and truths. Skav placed a thumb to their bottom lip and pushed at the skin there, lost in thought. The action was so innately [i]human[/i], so innately [i]Skav[/i], that they barely registered the tick.

[b][color=#ff00a5]"How about this,"[/color][/b] Skav began, throwing an arm over the back of the couch (calculated, calculated), [b][color=#ff00a5]"We'll make this a game. A past for a past, a truth for a truth.  That way this doesn't become too one sided."[/color][/b] [i]And that way, I can hold myself back.[/i] Skav's eyebrows perk slightly, and without another word they held out their arms and rolled up the sweater's sleeves as far back as possible. Even in the window-lit room, the spots of needle marks and knife scars stood out among their tan skin. Most assumed them to be self-inflicted, and from them a pretty basic past could be thought up. Most believed Skav was once a drug addict, once institutionalized, once [i]something[/i] more than the Christian they are now. None of those stories were true.

[b][color=#ff00a5]"These scars aren't self inflicted."[/color][/b] Skav said matter-of-factly, head tilted up and away from the raised flesh as if it offended them, [b][color=#ff00a5]"They're the reason I came here. I ran. I had to get away from he-- the thing that did this to me."[/color][/b] Skav stopped themself quickly and slid the sleeves back down, eyes heavy-lidded and not foggy enough to deal with the painful flashes of memory happening within. They reached for the bottle and took another swig, gasping against the burn in their throat.

[b][color=#ff00a5]"That's my first truth. You go, Bluesy. Have any secrets you want to share?"[/color][/b]