Meeting Bryan

Bryan was making bullets out of mythril stone when he heard the knock upon his door. He sighed deeply before setting his work down and moving to the door. He opened it quickly and stared at the smiling girl.
"what?"

She was shocked by his harshness.
" Ummn, hello. My name is Hincaru. I just wanted to welcome you to Twilight Town!"
She smiled happily at him.

He looked the girl up and down for a moment, letting his brain--which ran much like a super computer-- analys her. After a long awkward moment he answered her back.
"Ok."
He began to shut the door.

She was shocked.
"what brings you here?" she asked.

He stared at her as if she was an alien.
"I don't know." he replied suspiciously, he suspected she was up to no good.

"I don't know is a really terrible answer."
She stared at him for a long moment. There was something about him that reminded her of herself. A cold, distant lonliness. It was then that she swore she wasn't going to leave him alone until she knew more about him.

He stared at her. Her cold red eyes didn't fit her cheery disposition.
" What do you want?" he asked.

"To meet you of course!" she smiled.

"Why do all of you insist on being so neighborly?" he asked, annoyed.

she kept her grin.
"If we have to live with each other, we might as well be civil!"

He was frusterated by her logic.
"We could just live as if the other didn't exist."

She smiled and titled her head.
"You wont get mush business that way, now will you."

He stared at her suspiciously.
"Fine... we've talked... is that enough?"

"nope."
she boldly stepped past him into his house. It was a cold looking house

He sighed.
"Did I invite you in? See, sometime I talk without thinking about it."

She sat down on his couch and smiled at the angry fellow.
"So what brings you to this town?" she asked.

He shut the door and sighed deeply, he knew she wasn't going away.
'I ran away from home and tried to find the most secluded unkown town I could so they couldn't find me. This is where I ended up."
he gave her the short version.

"i'm sorry to hear that." she frowned.
"You must have had a hard life..."

He went to his kitchen and grabbed two drinks, bringing her one back. He couldn't complain, had hadn't known anything else.
"Why are you here?" he asked half heartedly

She took a deep breath.
"I came from a happy family with my mother, my father, and my brother (who is much older then me). My parents loved me dearly, but my brother pretty well raised me, but that is neither here nor there. When I was ten years old we were driving down the street, and I had hurt myself in the back seat. My father turned around for a moment to see what was wrong with me, and he had swerved over and we hit a semi. I was the only one to survive. My family was sprawled out in the street before they took me away.

They took me to an orphanage where I stayed until I was 18 and I moved out on my own. I learned to play all of my instruments while in that orphanage." she trailed off.

He frowned at his cup before taking a drink. He wanted to sypathize, but honestly he wish he was close enough to someone to mourn them after a loss.
"I'm sorry." he said quietly.