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“Eouuhhggg…”
Noob groaned, their torso half-hanging off the couch, Bloxy Cola cans scattered around the main lobby. Some reaching as far as the kitchen entryway…
The clock soon reached 22.00.
The Grandfather clock tolled, and 007n7 entered.
At first, 7n7 didn’t notice Noob laid there, busy with sneaking to the kitchen for a lone, thin slice of bread…
BANG
… but after he tripped on a bloxy can, face first, he did indeed look back to the main room.
The rolling can made a small clank! as it hit the wooden sofa leg, and 007n7’s eyes followed it, before looking up and jumping at the sight of a pale-faced Noob.
“O-oh! Oh, wait, uhm- well.”
007n7 sputtered, clearly off guard that someone was still in the lobby at this time. Sure, it's not illegal, but it's also not usual.
(He didn’t notice the red liquid dripping from his nose.)
Ce stood up, pushing a few cans to the side as he walked to the sofa.
“Hey.. Noob.? Uh- What’s up?”
He knelt down, plucking the half empty bloxy from their hand and onto the settee table.
“mmghh… ‘s my fault…”
Noob curled up, hugging their knees to their chest, new tear tracks replacing the past ones.
“Aaa- No, no, I’m sure you couldn’t control it.. (whatever it was…)”
“They're gone… I argued with her…”
“Everyone argues at least once in their life, it's not bad.”
Once Noob had sat up, 007n7 moved beside Noob.
Ce wasn't expecting, however, for Noob to lunge at them for a hug. He did return the hug, raking cis fingers through their fluffy, yellow hair.
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An hour had passed, the clock reading 23.13, the glass of water only ¼ full.
And the sound of snoring filling the room.
007n7 managed to slip out of Noobs (now weak) grip. He took a blanket from the back of the sofa and covered Noob, with a pillow under their head. Ce then began to go around the room and clean the bloxy cans, disposing of them a bit later.
He was squinting as ce wandered aimlessly in circles, noting to himself that he should probably find his glasses sooner rather than later.
crack-
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Fuck.
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Ce was sat at his desk now, in cis cabin, with a tube of glue and cracked glass within his lenses.
He had his head in his hands, sighing heavily. The next delivery from The Spectre wouldn’t be for another month, and he would have to put his name on the list for everyone to see.. and it’s just a huge deal that could've been avoided.
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He never got his sandwich.. :(
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Extra scene!
“Who’s blood is this!?” Eliiots voice echoed throughout the survivor camp, startling a half-asleep 007n7 still sat at his desk, though now with a superglue tube stuck to his finger.