Nexus. A bench near a stone arch. A different take on things

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Threnody is unaware of the symphony of bird song occurring over her head and all around her. She's paying no mind to the local rodent population, though there's a squirrel sitting on her foot right at this moment. She has no attention to spare for the bright forms of the flowers that are scattered throughout the undergrowth and the grass of the little forest glade she's found. Most of her attention is focused on the tiny construction of paper and various colouring chemicals that she holds between her fingertips.

Cyclonus would be non-plussed, and Scourge would be quietly and uncomprehendingly supportive if they found her now, but she's used to those reactions when her friends find her with a book.

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Three guns are suddenly pointed at him, but then Threnody barks an order and moves closer, her optics narrowing as she realizes that it's the male Scourge that she met in the Nexus a couple days previously. "What are you doing here?"

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Scourge crouches back against the wall, hands up in surrender. "I...ah..." What do I say?