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Come closer and see... see into the trees...

[ Sawyer spent most of the time since her arrival playing video games in the basement because ~~her mun is lazy and forgetful~~ she couldn't rightly make up her mind about Wonderland and anything or anyone in it.

By now she knows at least one thing: None of it is going away.

So she has finally decided to pull herself together, embrace the bright side of life, see the glass as half full and open the door to her roo--

...Except there is no door, her room is gone and they are on a fucking camping trip and REALLY how is she supposed to react to that if not by lying listlessly on her stomach on a sleeping bag somewhere near the girls' tents? (And since pets have to stay inside Sawyer doesn't even have her chainsaw with her to pass the time. Damn you, outdoors!)

But hey, strike up a conversation if you like. Or just... trip over her, it's not like the colour of those sweats is all that much different from the forest floor. Blergh. ]

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[Redglare ALWAYS has her cane on her, which explains why she woke up with it in the first place. Sawyer might feel a distinctive poking feeling in her side that will go on until she responds.]

You.
Girl.

You are not dead or I would smell it. Get up.

[ Sawyer is instantly seized by a fit of youthful enthusiasm and waves of breathtaking euphoria.

Translation: She slowly rolls on her back and squints up at the visitor. ]

...Why?

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[Hey. You look familiar, Sawyer. Minato knelt down beside her, thinking she should be inside a tent, not outside.]

[ Hey, it's springy outside. And there are people in those tents. PEOPLE.

...Speaking of people, there is one! Sawyer sits up. ]

Hey.

Hi.

[Minato shifted back a little to give her some space.]

I never got your name.

[Okay so Souji does in fact almost trip over Sawyer. He only manages not to because he has become finely attuned to this particular shade of green-teal-whatever. And it's a good thing because he is carrying some food that actually doesn't suck because he knows how to cook even when there are few ingredients.

He doesn't recognize her though, so he crouches in front of her so he's not towering over her forever.]

Have you eaten? [Most important question ever.]

[ In return Sawyer will now scoot to the side in case her visitor wants to take a seat on the sleeping bag. ]

Sawyer.

[ She remembers their first meeting ~~with mountains of mun!guilt for threaddropping~~ only very vaguely, given the overwhelming feelings of WTF and general distrust on that day.

Information she fails to recall at the moment includes 1. Her guest's name and 2. Everything else. ]

...Yours?

[ It really is! Sawyer sits up and stares. Mansion luxuries aside it's still hard for her to get over the appeal of free food.

She shakes her head... strangely, what with all the 'not taking her eyes off the food' thing. ]

[He holds out the plate of curry he made.

Not poisonous curry, like the last time he went camping.

Delicious, hot curry.]

[How thoughtful. Minato did take the invitation, sitting on the sleeping bag next to her. He nodded to show that it was nice that they were meeting again.]

Arisato Minato.

... How've you been? [If that is something he can ask.]

You are obstructing justice.

As well as the general direction in which people walk.

[And trip over her he does. These things happen when your head is in the clouds and you can't stop thinking about the girl you like. Why else would he be wandering near the girls' tents? He's lucky Sokka's not around to drag him off.

[Either way, he lands with a loud "oof!" and scrambles to his feet when he realizes that hey, that wasn't a rock he just tripped over, but a person. Way to go, Aang. Great first impression right there.]

Oh geez! Are you okay??? I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there!

[ On an average day Sawyer gets paid good money to obstruct justice. This one is a freebie though, so on the one hand there is really no need to be more defiant than necessary. ]

They can all... walk around.

[ On the other hand there is no need to be more accommodating than convenient either.

Sawyer flops back down on her stomach. ]

[ A nod to acknowledge the name. It's less personality quirk and more physical convenience that Sawyer rarely speaks more than necessary.

The question she doesn't mind. Especially since she's currently bored out of the same. ]

I'm still... here and... this place... is weird.

[ It's as much of an answer as she can give, finding herself unable to make a decision about her situation beyond it. ]

[ Don't mind if she does! Dig in, that is!

(Suspicion? Very little. She is used to people having the decency to be more straightforward about killing each other than poison.)

...

...

...

(There is a prolonged curry-shoveling sequence. It might take a while.)

...

...

...

And done! Now then, where were we? ]

Thanks.

[ She puts the plate down in front of him. ]

What do you... want?

[ An expectant look, but what else would this be if not the prequel to some favour or other? ]

[And OOF! to you too, new arrival! Sawyer gets to her feet; unhurt, but still somewhat baffled over a kind of interruption she didn't expect.

...And a kind of person who actually apologise instead of walking on. Culture shock, oh my! ]

Blame... the camouflage,

[ she offers with a sympathetic shrug, picking listlessly at her mandatory camping outfit. ]

[Souji considers, since she seems to expect it. The best he comes up with is:]

Your name?

[The place really was weird, he had to agree with her. Minato also nodded. That gesture was something that they both did enough for everyone else that lived in the mansion, it seemed.]

Do you miss home?

[She hadn't been here that long, but it didn't take much for some people to miss the place that they had come from.]

It's very good! I couldn't even see you! I'm impressed.

[Aang really is. He has a hard time blending in with the bright colors of his clothes and the airbending tattoo that gives him away.]

[ Ha. Funny guy.

She takes the time to look him up and down and yes, that sure is an interesting tattoo. ]

Were you... going somewhere?

[ It's about time she starts wondering how others pass the time out here. ]

[ A short laugh. ]

That's... a bargain.

[ And she's not entirely wary of it anymore. If nothing else then the prices here have been a shockingly positive surprise. ]

Sawyer... then.

[ In many ways Roanapur is not so much home as it is the end of the line, the station you got stranded on because somehow you missed all the other stops. And the longer you wait the more you start to realise that the last bus back already left and the next bus elsewhere might never show up.

And after a while Roanapur becomes a habit, but... never a home.

None of Sawyer's thoughts run quite so deep, but none of them offer a better answer either. She'd rather not feel out of her element, but given that her element is 'kill or be killed for food' she finds it hard to lament the new circumstances.

She shrugs tentatively.

Probably... not.

[ A questioning look at Minato... ]

Do you?

[...almost as if what Sawyer really wanted to ask instead was 'Should I?' ]

[Minato nodded in response to her question, although into how much detail he needed to explain himself was another question in itself. He knew what was waiting for him at home and what wasn't, including who was waiting and who wasn't.

Being here long enough and meeting people did give him a new perspective about home, or at least everyone's perceptions or relationships to their respective homes. He had only been curious about her answer; he couldn't and wouldn't tell her how to feel about going back or staying.]

It's not so bad here. [Even if it was weird, as she had said.]

Lots of... free stuff,

[ she concedes in the spirit of deep, philosophical thought. ]

[Minato had to admit that some stuff was free, and a lot of it was, actually. He wondered what else she had meant though or if there was anything else behind her words.]

You tried the closets already?

[Trying for one direction. Let's see where it goes.]

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