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[Roleplay] The Exiled - MOOOOOOOOOOOOO
"Sounds cool. C'mon Ceph." I gesture with my head to the door while looking at him.
I walk into one of the nearest bedrooms and lay on the bed furthest away from the door. "Kinda comfy, I guess."
I follow him slowly and settle on the bed next to his.
"... Better than I expected."
I sigh.
"We've all been through a lot and it hasn't even been a day yet... I need a cigarette..." My voice sounds a bit scratchy and I cough into my arm.
I frown. ".. It's not good to smoke. You okay?"
I take off my shoes and set them on the floor.
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I come out of hiding and enter another room. Probably the kitchen, but I wasn't too sure.
"I guess I'm f-"
I look over at him and he has his shoes off.
Socksss...
I stare at his socks, figuring out what kind of fabric they're made with.
"Fine..."
( sOCkS
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I glance up at Amos. "...? Something wrong?"
I quickly take a shower, and then head into one on the unoccupied bedrooms.
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"...No, everything is... just great..."
I keep staying at his clothed feet.
Must be polyester.
".... Okay..."
I glance around the room.
I force myself to look away and at the ceiling.
That must've been awkward for him... Ugh...
I rub my face with my palms.
I glance back at Amos. "So.."
"I really need a cigarette..." I get up to go see if they have them here.
( CEPHEUS STOP HIM )
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I grab his arm. "... Wait."
****... impulsive move.
I slowly turn to face him, looking at his hand on my arm and then at his face.
"Yeah, Ceph...?" I ask with a puzzled expression.
"... Don't. Promise me that you won't."
"But, Ceph, I-"
I notice his socks again, but mentally shake my head and look at him again.
"I can't promise that, I'm addicted..."
"What'll it take? It's just not worth it." I shake my head. "It's just not..."
I sigh and look at the ground. "I was dumb. Really ****ing dumb. Now I can't change the way things are with myself." I gesture to my hearing aid.
I gently try to pull away.
"No." I pout, my strength on his arm tightening.
"There has to be something..."
