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Reddish brown vs. reddish brown faced each other for long seconds in silence, both men seemed to be the ones leading their sides as they stood on their heads. It almost looked like they were going to gouge each other's eyes out…
“What are you guys doing here?”
“What are we doing here? what are you doing here?!”
“This is my home!”
“This is your-?! No, wait, what?”
“Yeah asshole, we're in TBOAH.”
“Oh.”
“Oh, indeed.”
…
Almost, because in the end, they ended up yelling at each other like old friends who have shared a single neuron for far too long.
“Human! Who are your friends and why do they look like Choi Han?” and seeing them so friendly the dragon figured it was okay to ask, even though his human looked really reluctant to answer.
On the other hand the scarred guy seemed to have already gotten over his initial shock, or at least enough to signal to his group that all was well, speaking in a language that some of that world recognized as the one his commander sometimes spoke to Choi Han in.
“By all this, Cale, how do we get home?”
“How should I know, do you even know how you all got there in the first place?”
…
“No…”