"Your name is Roscoe?"
Rufus stared at the clear blue sky as a man's voice caressed his ears. The weather today was great, he thought. He couldn't help but adore today's weather despite he was littered with bruises after his fistfight with this stranger.
"Robert?" the man, who was lying on the same ground as Rufus, tilted his head to recall his name. Unlike Rufus, who was busy admiring the weather, this person couldn't even bother.
"Ri... Ricardo?"
Rufus took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Rufus."
"Ahh... right! Rufus! What an odd name, Rufus." The man furrowed his brows as he thought of his name. "Why are you named Rufus?"
"Who knows... I'm not the person who named myself."
"You have weird parents."
Rufus chuckled weakly. "And you?" he inquired, recalling that he didn't ask the person's name even before they fought each other.
"My name?"
"Mhm."
"I'm... I actually don't want to have a name."
