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so,
It had been a couple of days since Lars had finally come back to Earth. Many tearful reunions with his family, awkward hugs from people he didn't know how to be close with yet despite his admiration of them, and an even more awkward definitive exchange with his best friend that could only be described as a bookmark. Tentative and unfinished, with an unspoken premeditation behind it. Not now, too much to say, too little time, no idea how to articulate anything at all. As if Lars hadn't spent months thinking about it, somehow with his feet back in the sand, he just... didn't quite know what to say.
So after getting his phone reconnected, they've made plans to meet--you know, no big deal, of course. Because why would it be a huge, jitters inducing event?? It didn't have to be. And yet, Lars felt quite nervous, a lot less brave than he was sneering in the face of Emerald and stealing alien spaceships. Go figure. But at least he didn't feel cotton mouthed or clammy, because his body functionally didn't really do much of anything like that anymore.
And so, gentle breeze combing softly through his hair, Lars waited for Sadie, who was finishing up post show mingling. It would make sense for Lars to just join Sadie and her band mates, since, hey, they were his friends too, even if in a less close capacity... but it seemed everyone understood they kind of had some private catching up to do. Which definitely increased how weird the atmosphere kind of was as Lars leaned against the stage, feeling increasingly aware of his out of place presence.
So after getting his phone reconnected, they've made plans to meet--you know, no big deal, of course. Because why would it be a huge, jitters inducing event?? It didn't have to be. And yet, Lars felt quite nervous, a lot less brave than he was sneering in the face of Emerald and stealing alien spaceships. Go figure. But at least he didn't feel cotton mouthed or clammy, because his body functionally didn't really do much of anything like that anymore.
And so, gentle breeze combing softly through his hair, Lars waited for Sadie, who was finishing up post show mingling. It would make sense for Lars to just join Sadie and her band mates, since, hey, they were his friends too, even if in a less close capacity... but it seemed everyone understood they kind of had some private catching up to do. Which definitely increased how weird the atmosphere kind of was as Lars leaned against the stage, feeling increasingly aware of his out of place presence.