As fate would have it, someone had been tailing Scar from the moment he and Amber left Emma. Thoroughly creeped out, he confronted Loki. Now he was stuck listening to an unbearable lecture.
'Oh, spare me… why didn't I just leave him alone?'
In the comfort of Scar's room, Amber and Scar sat while Loki stood before them, droning on about inconvenient topics without ever explaining why he'd been following Scar.
Actually, Scar was surprised by this side of Loki. The one he'd known as a kid was arrogant and wouldn't hesitate to curse at everything. Though Loki was still confident and proud, there was a subtle humor to it now. He seemed genuine, wearing a smile that invited conversation.
"Missed it! I turned seventeen two months ago. Let me guess… yours is in two months? June? Eh, it's fine… I'm too old to be picking on you anyway."
