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She looked startled, standing up. “You haven’t?”
“It’s fine,” he replied, squinting at her. “I just... I just haven’t been here for a while.”
“You don’t seem happy about the cupcake,” she replied.
He looked out the window before closing the blinds and returning to her. "That's a nice way to put it."
She looked over at him. "You're not happy about the cupcake, are you?"
He laughed slightly, looking over at her with a raised eyebrow before going over to the window. "And why is that?"
She opened the fridge and began putting things away.
"It's just... it's not good," he replied. "I don't like it. You must not like it either, right?"
"Yes," she said, setting it down as she emptied out the rest of the bags, putting away the groceries. "Like I said, I didn't know what you liked."
He opened the door, flicking on the light. The room was dim and smelled suspiciously like bleach, but there were two beds, and it seemed cleaner...
"Not a ton," she said sheepishly. "I wasn't quite sure what you liked, and I didn't want to spend too much, so I got a little of everything." She...
"That's better," he said as they got to the room. He held out his hand for the key.
She looked over at him, her head tilted. "Hi," she said cheerfully, going over to the kitchen area.
He laughed sharply, looking over at her. "You shouldn't be comforting me, Fleur."
About an hour later, Ophelia came back, bags on her arm as she opened the door.
"I don't like this town," he said flatly. "It... I don't like it. It's fine."
Ferris was looking around, but turned back to her. "Yeah. Okay. Room 24?"
(Zoop?)
The man nodded before turning in his chair to a bulletin board with pins in it and keys hanging from the pins. He took one off and slid it across...
She gave him a small wave before heading out the door.
