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[McCrane is on a late patrol, in the junk-yard at night. With the horrors of the Glyphless catastrophe over and all of the paperwork filed, he has been searching for two things: One, the materials to build a soccer-goal, and two...]

Has anyone seen Gunmax?

[He's worried. He's always worried, of course, but now he looks more worried than usual. He turns, and for a moment the camera catches a small ball of light hovering over a silver-wrapped box with a gold bow. Curious, McCrane approaches, and the light moves out of the video, as does the box.]

I am also wondering about Barricade, as he has been gone for several weeks now. I don't know if keeping track of the populace is part of our Law Enforcement duties, but...it should be done. [McCrane reaches down, and suddenly the silver box pops back into view while he holds it. It's still remarkably well-lit for this time of night, but that may be because there's that small ball of light, shining on it again.]

And now it looks like I'll have to add Whirl onto the list, too. [He fingers the nametag, turning it toward the camera. Today was strange enough, but it looked as if it was going to get stranger.]

Is anyone else encountering unusual lights?

[It reminded him of Drill Boy's mythical fairy.]

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[McCrane can't blush, but he can go silent for a moment.]

I have been paying...enough attention, Gunmax.

[His fingers wrap into Gunmax's, feeling more anchored by the connection...something he needs, when considering home.]

No.

[He says it with certainty, wanting to believe.]

They will be waiting for us.

We will just have to work hard to make sure we remember.

I see. I'll remember that.

[He debates teasing McCrane, but he tsks to himself and refrains; no, best if he just quietly accept it. On the other hand, the fact that he's caught McCrane's attention...

It's flattering. But he also highly respects him.]

Mm. You sound so sure of yourself.

I guess I'll have to borrow some of that confidence.

Do you want me to stop?

[He doesn't want Gunmax to feel uncomfortable with his attention, but Gunmax doesn't seem like he is. Still, the offer is open...]

Someone has to be, with Deckerd gone.

For us. For Yuuta. For our friends.

For...each other. [He glances over.]

You always seem so confident, Gunmax.

[Until lately.]

Hm? No. It's just different. You're usually not so forward. I kinda like it.

[Maybe that's just another difference between McCrane and Deckerd; the latter was, more or less, raised by a child. He never really made those kinds of connections.

They all come from fairly different backgrounds. Growing up differently.]

Well, I can be a good fibber when I want to be.

Suppose it's been harder, for plenty of reasons.

Only in areas I'm familiar with.

[Such as weaponry. He doesn't really know what to say about the fact that Gunmax likes it, though, so he stays quiet, and simply cherishes the words.]

Maybe...

...the fact that its been so hard means that we're learning more what humans face every day.

You don't have to lie about it, though. [Since he caught that 'good fibber' comment.] Or hide.

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