Scythes

Sunbeams filtered through the blinds, mercilessly beating down on the young man's scarlet-red eyes, which hadn't even had time to wake up. With a disgruntled grunt, Scearce stretched and finally got out of bed, heading to the bathroom to freshen up, wash up, and, finally, wake up.
After eating something light for breakfast, Scearce left the house. Today, he and Webster, his best friend, had to go to the Control Center.

• They walked to the Main Building together, chatting about whatever came to mind. *
  "I wouldn't be surprised if you're only going there because of the Commissioner,"* Webster laughed. Scearce snorted. *
  "Fuck you, I'm going to help people."
  "Okay, okay!* "Webster said and fell silent, but a smirk remained on his lips. *
• Scearce also fell silent, not intending to say anything else. He looked ahead, at the road. *
• He would never admit to Webster that he was going there solely because Lololoshka would be there. And who cares if they wouldn't talk, although... maybe...? *

Unsurprisingly, they were both doing nothing. Well, they were chatting, laughing, and when someone's gaze fell on them, especially someone from the Shining, they pretended to be doing something, but still kept chatting.
— I just think that you have become especially quiet when He is around.
Scearce rolled his eyes.

• Oh, light, Webster, I haven't changed at all.
  "Yes, yes, I believe it, " Webster ostentatiously raised his palms to the ceiling . "You haven't changed at all, especially with Hero Alo around..."

" Webster, Scearce, " Lololoshka suddenly appeared next to him. *

"Oh... Hello, Commissioner,"* Webster turned around immediately. *
"Hello, Mister Lololoshka...* "Webster glanced at Scearce.