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His blush returned and his hand shot up to nervously pick at his cheek, "Oh ah, which ones? Ahahahahahhaa." He cleared his throat, "They just sort of... accumulate in our line of work," There was a pause before he added, "If you aren't careful."

"My first Christmas, I was ravaged by er... small.. bitey box things. And there was a big one too, I was told later it ate me," He smiled awkwardly before rolling up his sleeves to show her.

"I suppose," He laughed, pushing his glasses up his nose. "I've always been a Hanukkah man, if you know what I mean. Well, these are from a spar that went bad," He tapped the slash mark on his chin and neck. "It happens."

The most obvious scar, though, he hesitated, "This one um." He tapped his cheek, "I'm lucky my hair grew back, ahaha, um."

"I'm ah... a musician," He figured that was the best way to put it. "I write here and there," He tried to sound cool about it at least, coughing once before smiling at her. "What about you? What keeps you sane in all this?"

This was nice. Talking to a girl. It probably wouldn't go anywhere, she was probably humoring him out of pity, but it was a positive experience all the same, he felt. Good to get his game on. Get that confidence back.

His last attempt at a casual date had ended... well. It had started and pretty much ran through terribly. Considering his date had been temporarily transformed into a handsome man.

"You'll make plenty of friends in no time! Sun is a great division. And softball, huh? I don't think we've done much sports stuff besides training and spars around here... maybe you could put together a game or something, it would be a great way to meet more people!"

The blush was back, "Ah... that was Roar, ahaha. Um. He's a- well, I suppose he's a bazooka. I'm definitely strongest at offense. Which is good for a Sun! I do have um... I like blowing things up, yeah. There's a certain..." He looked wistful for a moment, "It's like conducting, you know? The ring in your ears are the high notes, the deep, earth-rumbling lows, all the little plinky in between, the control over chaos- um. Ahaha. There's... onion layers." He coughed again.

He pulled his sleeve over to show the patch that showcased his specialization, "I'm in weapons testing right now but... I'm still kind of finding myself. Not much of my ah... pre-Deus life is really... er... applicable for life here. I've had to sort a lot of things out."

"It changes you," He said distantly, voice soft for a moment before he seemed to come back to their's. "You hardly would have recognized me if you saw me when I first arrived, ahahahaha. And I don't know, when I first got him, he was more like... a bottle rocket launcher, more or less. Like in Mulan."

I was more than a bottle rocket, Roar snarled, but Jerry ignored him.

"Your weapon grows as you do. What er... IS your weapon?" He couldn't spot anything he could immediately assume was her totem, but as he had spoken, his hand had traveled up to the gold little flute hanging from his neck like bling.

"Transfer to Life if you want to save your's, I've heard said, ahahaha. Everything else we all kind of shoulder the duties. When a call comes in, out we go. Sun is... um. Well, I suppose when you're the front lines, you collect a lot of characters."

He eyed a distant dummy, voice gaining that distracted slowing of pace that came with listening to your weapon.