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Grian's Perspective;
Running late, I hurriedly shoved my phone, laptop and other belongings into my backpack. I smoothed down my hair then checked the time. Five minutes until I'm supposed to be on the tram. I put on my backpack and sprinted to the underground station. Checking my watch again, I realized I had a few minutes to spare. I wandered over to the nearby vending machine, grabbing myself a bottled coffee then hear a bell ring announcing the train had arrived. I take off my backpack while jogging to the train and shove my money in it before I walked on. I sit down in a corner with nobody in it and almost put on my headphones before a scarred man sits down beside me. He pays no attention to me and leans his head against the wall. I decided to just ignore the odd man and put my headphones on when the train starts moving. I start scrolling through my phone and check the ticket I had bought trying to find how long to ride is. Mumbling under my breath I cursed at nothing in particular. The train is 3 hours long and I hadn't brought anything in particular.
About an hour passes and I suddenly feel a strange weight on my shoulder. I take off my headphones and see the scarred man's head on my shoulder with his eyes closed. I debate if I should wake him then decide to carefully wrap my spare jacket around him since his clothes were shorts and a light t-shirt. This man feels oddly familiar as if in a last life I was protecting him. I shake my head at the weird thoughts and open my backpack to put my headphones away.
A couple hours later over the intercom a person annouces that the train is pulling into Boatem and it would be the final stop. The man suddenly jerks awake, and becomes aware of his surroundings. He looks at me and goes wide-eyed.
"Oh my! I'm so sorry for falling asleep on you Sir!", the scarred man annouces.
I smile softly, "Its totally fine. Also, my name's Grian. Whats your name?"
Slowly coming down from his shock, he looks at me and smiles a big grin. "Scar! My name is Scar! Nice to meet you, Grian, was it?"
I hum softly and nod taking out a piece of paper and a pen. He gives me a confused look and i quickly jot down a phone number and hand it to him before getting off the train.
Mumbling softly, "He seemed nice. Hope he doesn't take that the wrong way" and wanders over to Mumbo's house since he has yet to build his own home in Boatem.