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[magnaccia]

*Meile usually just sticks to himself, really. He doesn't leave much, and if he does, he doesn't go anywhere important, just to get food. He spends a lot of his time sleeping, out of lack of anything else to do. At the moment, he's laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, playing idly with his battered goggles with an unlit cigarette hanging from

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[magnaccia]

*Glances over*

Sure, kid. O' course.

*Pulls out his box of cigarettes, tossing it to Mihael*

... Ya okay?

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*Tosses the lighter as well, with a sigh*

Wut happened?

*He asks, as he rolls off his bed and goes to sit on the edge of Mihael's*

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*Quiet for a long moment.*

'm sorreh.

*He says simply, mostly because he doesn't know what else he could really say without sounding stupid.*

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*Calmly, because he knows anger won't help. Instead, he chews his cigarette.*

Wit' who?

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If ya dun't want to, I won't force ya.

*Sighs, and lays back on the bed, scooting next to Mihael and stroking his hair like such a long time ago*

I dunno wut ta say, Mihael.
I realleh dun't.

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Well, no. I guess not. But it dun't make a diff'rence.
Hurts either way, eh?

*Sighs softly*
Who's was it?

[magnaccia]

*Shakes his head*

Nah. I wun't. Promise.

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*He does tense a little, but he doesn't do much more than continue to run fingers through Mihael's hair*

S'okay.
Realleh. S'hard ta make good decisions 'ere.