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She nodded, already heading to their pantry to get snacks. "I'll take one here in a minute," Emery explained, grabbing a bag of chips and eating a few before heading upstairs and putting her bag in Eli's room. |
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His room was.. Messy. He had some clothes on the floor, clothes still folded.. well shoved into a chair in the corner of his room, - The shower turned on, He washes his hair. Washes his body, And then got out. He wrapped the towel around his waist, suprised, the scars from that coffee incident still there. He shaved the stubble. He applied deodorant. Hearing footsteps approaching. |
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"My gosh, when was the last time you cleaned your room?" She teased through the door, flopping down on his bed and noting it smelt like him, grinning slightly as she grabbed her phone---just now learning Tate McRae and The Kid Laroi broke up, almost a whole year later... "No way, they broke up?" She gasped, sitting up. |
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He yawns, walking into his room. He looks through his drawers, grabbing a plain black t-shirt and a Pair of pajama pants. He walks over to his nightstand, grabbing his phone. He helt the close in between his arm and his armpit, towel still on. |
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Emery looked up at him when he walked out, noticing the scars first. She frowned slightly, resting back against the bed's headboard. "You still have those scars?" She asked |
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"yeah, that was boiling coffee." he teases, "Plus, their my battle scars." a glare. "Survival Of Crazy Emery." |
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"I wouldn't say it was boiling," She muttered, glaring right back at him as she rolled her eyes with a grin at the title he gave them. Emery stood and shoved him playfully as she made way to the door, pausing in the doorway for a brief moment. "Sure, sure. I'm gonna go shower real quick, i'll be up in a few," The woman noted, continuing on. |
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He nodded. once she left the room he went into his half-bath. He dried off, and put on his clothes. He washes his face with some cera-ve acne wash. he stared at a pimple on his face, -ugh- He sighs walking out and plopping onto his bed. -i suppose my room does need some sprusing up..- during her shower he cleaned his room, his bed wrinkly made.. but good for a guy. |
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Emery walked downstairs before getting into walking into the guest room and shutting the door, slipping into the shower afterwards. She'd washed her hair the previous night, plus she didn't want to be long so she made it quick. After getting out she dried off, changing into the shorts and crop she'd packed before heading back upstairs. |
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He looks at his accomplished room. "perfect." he does a small victory dance. Emery walked in, he didnt realise and kept doing his victory dance. |
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Steady Rain all Day
