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Once upon a time, a boy named Shinji Ikari used to find himself in the bar quite often. It was the place he chose to go to most of the time, but when his best friend stopped appearing, he decided to stop appearing as well.

Of course, that has not always worked out. For a place that loves to take over random doors, the bar is rather good at its job. Therefore, Shinji has appeared occasionally, tending to spend these experiences by going upstairs, quietly hiding in his old room, then leaving after a terrible night's sleep.

This is what he is ready to do today. However, some sort of feeling makes him want to hang around the bar itself today. Shinji tends to listen to his gut. And so he heads to one of the booths, acting like a skittish squirrel with his eyes darting all around.

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Miharu spots him almost immediately when he himself enters the bar. This is a discovery that makes his blood run cold and his stomach feel super nauseous. Shinji is the person he wants to see in the bar again the least, least, LEAST!

Though Miharu wants to stay away, the fact he remains that he has got to confront Shinji and make sure some things are going to stay the way they are supposed to. So he heads on over, despite the fact talking to this boy might make Miharu throw up on him. (Or because of that fact...?)

"So," he greets, flatly, as he stands by the booth. "Fancy seeing you here."

And *this* is why Shinji doesn't like to come here. The idea of running into someone like Miharu or Yoite had always dissuaded him and turned his stomach. (It seems Miharu and he are cohorts in nausea at the moment).

"Uh-huh," he says flatly, and looks at everything but Miharu.

"You're back, huh?" Miharu can only assume Shinji had been gone, because in the few weeks he himself has been back, he's seen nothing of the boy. "Wanna do us a favour and just leave again?"

It wouldn't be doing anyone a favour but Miharu. He'll never stop being scared he'll lose Kaworu to Shinji eventually.

"Us?" Shinji echoes, finally looking at Miharu. "Who is 'us'?"

That's a question that actually interests him.

"I don't want to tell Kaworu you're here and see him go through shit again. You hurt him enough already."

Okay, maybe this isn't just for Miharu's benefit after all.

"Or have you forgotten?"

"That wasn't me!" Shinji exclaims, his voice hitting a high lilt at the end. "That was another Shinji! I spent all my time trying to fix it!"

Ugh! Shinji buries his face in his hands, trying to ward off a terrible headache. Why do none of these people ever understand?

"Another Shinji?"

Miharu has no idea what that even means. The place Kaworu comes from really hurts his head (and heart).

"Ask Kaworu! I don't feel like explaining anything to you!" Shinji is really mad now, cheeks flushed and voice pitched high. "I don't know why you think you can speak for his wellbeing, anyway!"

He was never clued in when Kaworu and Miharu began dating.

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"Because he's mine and not yours," Miharu says, defensively and possessively. "If you're going to act nice, you can be his friend, but you won't ever have him."

Shinji is still very young when it comes to interaction with people. He may be seventeen, but all the people in the world died when he was fifteen. Two years spent mostly alone keeps one clueless. So he really has no idea what Miharu is getting at.

"Isn't he just his own?"

"...you're dumb," Miharu observes flatly. "Ask him about it. Be nice to him, or we'll have another conversation, but it'll be between my fist and your face."

He's terrible at threats, and he decides to walk away before Shinji can realize that.

Shinji has the good sense to wait until Miharu disappears to start laughing at his threat. That was such a lame threat that *anyone* would realize it immediately!

It puts Shinji in a booth right behind Lucas. Who is sitting.

And thinking.

And conversing, but Shinji doesn't necessarily hear that part. What he probably hears is the soft scritching of pencil on paper as he composes a list. It would likely be a peculiar list to anyone who decides to glance at it:

Porky Minch
Dr. Andonuts
Runaway Five
Chimeras

He brushes some eraser dust away, having erased and rewritten the last item on the list a couple of times now. He groans in frustration and lets his head hit the table.

Shinji jumps a bit at the thunking noise, glancing behind him at the frustrated boy. Since he's trying to avoid people, he's not sure whether or not to ask, but he should probably at least make sure concussinos aren't involved.

"........what's wrong?"

He jerks upright at the voice and then mentally chides himself. Of course there would be people in a bar that might find him. Though there's some strange relief at this new-to-him person being about his age as far as he can tell.

There's a lot he could say to answer, but he settles on, "Ah, I got a lotta thinkin' to do."

He puts his pencil down and props his head up with an elbow on the table.

"It's not goin' anywhere right now."

And he's not sure if he wants it to go somewhere.

"That's about how my thinking goes," Shinji says sympathetically. A lot of thinking that goes nowhere, that's his jam.

"It's hard to think straight when there's so much to think about."

"Yeah. It's like, where do you start? And is it even gonna be worth it?"

Lucas exhales, his mouth mostly closed as if scoffing.

"Y'new here?" he asks.

"I guess that depends on what you're thinking about. Sometimes it's worth it."

But that tends to be only when it doesn't take hours of round the clock confusion first.

"I'm not new, but I haven't been here much in a looong time."

"Yeah? Well, welcome back, I guess."

And he does manage a pretty sincere smile at that. Milliways merits welcoming back in his book.

"Heh, thanks." Unfortunately Shinji can't manage much of a smile back, though he tries. He's still thinking about how annoying his first greeting was.

"Got yelled at the second I got through the door."

Lucas frowns again and goes, "That don't seem right. Just yellin' at'cha without so much as a, 'Hello?'"

"I've got a couple haters around here that don't like to see me around."

"Haters?"

Of all the pointless things to be.

"Well, I ain't about that. 'specially not to someone I just met."

"And it's nice to meet ou because of that."

Shinji pauses.

"What's your name?"

"I'm Lucas. What's yours?"

"Shinji."

At this point he's able to offer an actual and genuine smile.

"Nice to meetcha," Lucas says, offering a hand to shake.

And then, "I'd prolly do better thinking over these things later."

The Dark Dragon silently concurs, agreeing that people take priority. He folds the list up and puts it in his pocket.

"Y'eaten yet? I don't mind company."

Shinji shakes his hand, then considers the question. "I ate, but I never really eat anything good."

A solitary life in a post apocalypse world? The only food that really survives is canned rations. Actual food would be great for a change.

Lucas nods in sympathy.

"I know how that can be. There were these creatures 'round my house, slitherhens? I can't tell you how many times I had to eat those."

"Slitherhens?" Shinji ponders on that name for a moment. "Sounds like some weird mutant."

"Weird is right. They got chicken heads an' snake bodies. An' for three years, they were the easiest food I could get."

He shakes his head a little.

"You get used to 'em if you have to, but you never really like 'em."

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