Savvy and Iam giggled with each other while shoving food down their mouths.

Tin slammed his fist against the small table they were at and they fell silent. His scar burned and he groaned, lifting his hand to cover it. Savvy and Iam glanced at each other before turning to him.

"Tin..." Savvy said slowly. "You really should get that scar checked out."

Tin slammed his fist again. "I don't need to get it fucking checked out, dammit!"

Savvy got out of her chair immediately and pulled Iam away into a corner. Tin groaned as his scar burned again.

That damn witch! Tin growled in his head. Released a pathetic curse.

Eventually, Savvy and Iam came back to him. Savvy went around to his front, and Iam stood behind him.

"You're getting that scar checked, Tin." Savvy said.

Tin growled up at her.

Iam lifted him up from behind and binded his wrists.

"What the hell are you two doing?!" Tin shouted.

"You're. Getting. That. Fucking. Scar. Of Yours. Checked. Mkay?" Savvy repeated.

Tin struggled against Iam as he dragged him from the small house and straight to the town's nearby medic office. Tin quit struggling as a beautiful woman walks up to them.

"How may I help you?" She asks.

Iam softly laughs at Tin's stare before responding. "Our friend here needs some help with a scar."

The woman looks up to him and sees it. "I see. Come with me, sir."

Iam releases Tin and let's him follow the woman.

"I think Tin's got himself a crush." Iam whispered to Savvy.

Savvy just got laughed softly and kisssd him.