α΄°α΅α΅ π²ππππππππππ
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ππ©π¦π― π₯πͺπ₯ π ππ°π΄π¦ π΄πͺπ¨π©π΅ π°π§ πΈπ©π’π΅βπ΄ π³π¦π’π?
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Sebβs mouth gives a barely visible twitch. βYeah.β His attention drifts. βThatβs fine.β Grumbling, he grabs his coat to give it a thorough pat down for spare cigarettes. Can never be too prepared.
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The sound of her footsteps donβt go unnoticed. βNeed something?β
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βDonβt count on it.β Sebastian, now looking in the opposite direction, briefly rubs his hands together. Damn cold. Steps back, spares her a glance, then turns around completely. βAbout time I get back inside.β
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βWeβre far from it.β His voice is low and almost bitter. Takes one more drag before offering it up. His fingers have gotten uncomfortably stiff from the cold. Huffs, βHappy New Year, by the way.β
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Heβs lucky to remember what day it is. Water is the least of his concerns. Seb takes a drag with haste, speaking before the cig leaves his lips. βDo you think weβre just at the wrong place at the wrong time? Or is there something more to it?β
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His hand hovers, awaiting its return. Heβs down to his last, so heβs a little stingy. Keep having the worst headaches.
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Without looking her way, he holds out the cig heβs currently working on.
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Maybe for trash pickup day. Iβm just having a smoke, wonβt be out here long.
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Donβt forget Josephβs poorly decorated Christmas trees. A little cold never hurt.
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Depends on who you ask. Doesnβt feel any different to me. You?
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A sight for sore eyes, I hope.
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i haven't lived my life in a way that i have something to regret losing.
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"Those ππππππππ‘ eyes slit my π ππ’π up like a πππ§ππ." Art by me. π₯
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Free sandwiches and elevator music? Really? The hell are you up to?
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leveled with Josephβs with a layer of honesty "I appreciate you. Youβre a good partner.β Knocks the fucking bottle over. And literally just stares at it as it flows across the table and onto the floor.
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when itβs.β He rubs his mouth and tries again. βSometimes we live life and we donβt ever tell someone how we feel and Iβve βexperilancedβ this first-hand. So I donβt know why Iβm tryna make the same mistake with you." He enunciated it carefully, seriously.. and those eyes-
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Stony, brown eyes were dark with a kind of restrained vulnerability. βMmlet me stop you there. Shitβs not your fault, you know. All the nightmare stuff. With the box. And I was never mad at you, I just missed her. Both of them. Sometimes we shit through life, er, live. Life-
pinching the bridge of his nose, the detective took a moment to gather his own thoughts. Trying to avoid himself from spilling his mind all at once was one thing. but to sebastian himself? that was worse. way worse in his eyes at least. βyeah..yeah.β was all that managed to +
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at all a sentence, not what he was tryna say at least. Wipes his mouth. βAre you gonna stay?β
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life like that. But fuck this alcohol, and fuck feelings he couldnβt work through, this was getting increasingly difficult to handle. He thought drinking would help. But he was more scrambled than before. But at least he could block parts out. βAlready sure youβ" Oh thatβs not-
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his eyes on him, even if he was on his way to seeing double. He managed just fine. He wants to smile at that, but he never really smiled, and the rest of the situation deterred him from it anyway. He would still appreciate it, though. That he had a good impact on the youngerβs-
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