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It's Monday, or is it Sunday he really doesn't know anymore time has felt like a blur these last few weeks. He doesn't know what happened maybe it was the stress or the constant crushing pressure he could feel every time he started a project. But he cracked, ever since then all he's been is a broken leg, an inconvenience that no one wanted, an injury that always caused pain, and something that took a very, very long time to heal.
Scar hasn't seen Grian in a week by now. It's almost unnerving, usually he was always wrecking havoc and always making a statement but now now he doesn't even know where he is. And not in the "he's somewhere causing trouble" way, but the "yeah I haven't seen him since last Sunday" kind of way. He's starting to get really concerned..