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[Mark looked between the two, supposedly conversing in passed whispers his warm, living ears couldn't pick up. So they sit, not quite content in knowing only Camilla will relate information, but not quite wanting to do anything and risk making them both feel guilty.]

[So they sit there, hands bunched up in his stiff jeans, before they murmur,] "Can we go inside? It's, like... a-almost freezing."

[As you sit only someone peacefully on the porch, you can swear you see a ghostly figure in the distance. She's short with large, curly hair, and a scarf wrapped around her shoulders. It's none other than Mrs. Torres, but... who's that behind her?]

[When she notices you, she turns to the second figure, gesturing them to stay. When the other obliges, she flies right for you, truly smiling for the first time in months. She's so excited, she almost forgets you can't hear her talk, but with little to dampen her enthusiasm, she pulls out her notebook.]

["Mark!! How is your day?"]

[Mark trudges tiredly out of his car. He looks exhausted. His hair is a bit messy, his eyes are hallow, his skin is pale. But, hey... at least he was accepted by some colleges. He'll be rid of this soon. Right?]

[If only he could leave.]

[He stops, flinching at the ghost that approaches quickly, hand absentmindedly gripping the strap of his messenger bag.]

"Oh," [he mutters, blinking.] "M... Ma'am. Hi."

[Oops. Another almost-mom. Oh, well, she'd never know the difference.]

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[Mark blinks at the apparition. Now, he's not stupid—they got accepted to four colleges, and not on luck. But there's... no way this is real. He still wasn't even sure Camilla was real at this point.]

[He shakes their head, as if shaking off the confusion, before sitting on the porch with the ghostly presence.]

[No words are exchanged between the three. No words need to be. Mark is in shock. Camilla seems oddly delighted. And Carlos... Well, they hadn't been around him in so long. He wasn't sure how to read him.]

[As you sit only someone peacefully on the porch, you can swear you see a ghostly figure in the distance. She's short with large, curly hair, and a scarf wrapped around her shoulders. It's none other than Mrs. Torres, but... who's that behind her?]

[When she notices you, she turns to the second figure, gesturing them to stay. When the other obliges, she flies right for you, truly smiling for the first time in months. She's so excited, she almost forgets you can't hear her talk, but with little to dampen her enthusiasm, she pulls out her notebook.]

["Mark!! How is your day?"]

[Mark trudges tiredly out of his car. He looks exhausted. His hair is a bit messy, his eyes are hallow, his skin is pale. But, hey... at least he was accepted by some colleges. He'll be rid of this soon. Right?]

[If only he could leave.]

[He stops, flinching at the ghost that approaches quickly, hand absentmindedly gripping the strap of his messenger bag.]

"Oh," [he mutters, blinking.] "M... Ma'am. Hi."

[Oops. Another almost-mom. Oh, well, she'd never know the difference.]

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[He blinks, and they aren't sure what to do because, did she mean here? He glances around before sitting right there, on the cold concrete.]

"What's going on?" [he questions with a tilt of his head.]

[As you sit only someone peacefully on the porch, you can swear you see a ghostly figure in the distance. She's short with large, curly hair, and a scarf wrapped around her shoulders. It's none other than Mrs. Torres, but... who's that behind her?]

[When she notices you, she turns to the second figure, gesturing them to stay. When the other obliges, she flies right for you, truly smiling for the first time in months. She's so excited, she almost forgets you can't hear her talk, but with little to dampen her enthusiasm, she pulls out her notebook.]

["Mark!! How is your day?"]

[Mark trudges tiredly out of his car. He looks exhausted. His hair is a bit messy, his eyes are hallow, his skin is pale. But, hey... at least he was accepted by some colleges. He'll be rid of this soon. Right?]

[If only he could leave.]

[He stops, flinching at the ghost that approaches quickly, hand absentmindedly gripping the strap of his messenger bag.]

"Oh," [he mutters, blinking.] "M... Ma'am. Hi."

[Oops. Another almost-mom. Oh, well, she'd never know the difference.]

[markheathbarofficial]

[As you sit only someone peacefully on the porch, you can swear you see a ghostly figure in the distance. She's short with large, curly hair, and a scarf wrapped around her shoulders. It's none other than Mrs. Torres, but... who's that behind her?]

[When she notices you, she turns to the second figure, gesturing them to stay. When the other obliges, she flies right for you, truly smiling for the first time in months. She's so excited, she almost forgets you can't hear her talk, but with little to dampen her enthusiasm, she pulls out her notebook.]

["Mark!! How is your day?"]

[Mark trudges tiredly out of his car. He looks exhausted. His hair is a bit messy, his eyes are hallow, his skin is pale. But, hey... at least he was accepted by some colleges. He'll be rid of this soon. Right?]

[If only he could leave.]

[He stops, flinching at the ghost that approaches quickly, hand absentmindedly gripping the strap of his messenger bag.]

"Oh," [he mutters, blinking.] "M... Ma'am. Hi."

[Oops. Another almost-mom. Oh, well, she'd never know the difference.]

[markheathbarofficial]

home depot. maybe somewhere they don't have to speak much. they cna jsut stock shelves.

maybe. idk

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i need a new job. whats hiring

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[She lets out a little squeak as she's pulled down to the huddle of soft sheets. But she doesn't try to get up, not at least for a moment.]

[And after what she decides is a long enough time, and then a little longer, she tries to pull away.]

"Cesar?" [comes the soft voice from behind the bedroom door. It's followed by four knocks.] "Are you in there? Are you alright?" [They hadn't been out in a while... At least, not that Abby saw. And, admittedly, she'd grown worried.]

[Nothing but a whine, high-pitched and crackling, is sent back from the door. He's not trapped— they could easily appear behind her in the blink of an eye— but he's not coming out. Or moving. Or saying a word.]

[...The door is unlocked, you know.]

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[She hums, playing indifferent, but she isn't really. She holds their hand, skinless and probably gross to anyone who wasn't a mother.]

"That's okay. You can fight me on it later. What if we compromise. I get the tea, you drink it up here. Is that fair?"

"Cesar?" [comes the soft voice from behind the bedroom door. It's followed by four knocks.] "Are you in there? Are you alright?" [They hadn't been out in a while... At least, not that Abby saw. And, admittedly, she'd grown worried.]

[Nothing but a whine, high-pitched and crackling, is sent back from the door. He's not trapped— they could easily appear behind her in the blink of an eye— but he's not coming out. Or moving. Or saying a word.]

[...The door is unlocked, you know.]

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[Abagail stares back for a moment, though she doesn't falter on her movements. Then she looks away, not quite sure what to say in response.]

"I'm not doing anything," [she finally answers, though it's very clear she is in fact doing something, the way her hand strokes the blankets.]

"Cesar?" [comes the soft voice from behind the bedroom door. It's followed by four knocks.] "Are you in there? Are you alright?" [They hadn't been out in a while... At least, not that Abby saw. And, admittedly, she'd grown worried.]

[Nothing but a whine, high-pitched and crackling, is sent back from the door. He's not trapped— they could easily appear behind her in the blink of an eye— but he's not coming out. Or moving. Or saying a word.]

[...The door is unlocked, you know.]

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[Abby sighs, as if tired of this, but really, she isn't.]

[She sits, besides the pile again. This time, she strokes the blankets, as if a crying baby's little cheek.] "Cesar, dear... It's okay. It's just... cold? A little chilly," [she continues. She isn't sure what to say, what she should say. But she wants Cesar to, at least, go back to just leaving the room.]

"Cesar?" [comes the soft voice from behind the bedroom door. It's followed by four knocks.] "Are you in there? Are you alright?" [They hadn't been out in a while... At least, not that Abby saw. And, admittedly, she'd grown worried.]

[Nothing but a whine, high-pitched and crackling, is sent back from the door. He's not trapped— they could easily appear behind her in the blink of an eye— but he's not coming out. Or moving. Or saying a word.]

[...The door is unlocked, you know.]

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"Cesar," [she responds in a warning tone,] "Cesar Augustus Torres, get up right now," [she finishes. She doesn't sound like she's joking. But would she actually make Cesar get up, should they say no?]

[Or... hiss "no".]

[Because... truthfully, she knows something is wrong. Like... someone else has come, but... she's yet to have seen even Camilla. Were they still mad at each other? Abby had figured they made up. It was all so much...]

"Cesar?" [comes the soft voice from behind the bedroom door. It's followed by four knocks.] "Are you in there? Are you alright?" [They hadn't been out in a while... At least, not that Abby saw. And, admittedly, she'd grown worried.]

[Nothing but a whine, high-pitched and crackling, is sent back from the door. He's not trapped— they could easily appear behind her in the blink of an eye— but he's not coming out. Or moving. Or saying a word.]

[...The door is unlocked, you know.]

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"No, come on. You don't get to mope in your pile of blankets any longer. You're going to come downstairs."

[Does she care?]

[As she speaks, she stands up—with her comes two of his blankets. She stands, waiting for their reaction.]

"Cesar?" [comes the soft voice from behind the bedroom door. It's followed by four knocks.] "Are you in there? Are you alright?" [They hadn't been out in a while... At least, not that Abby saw. And, admittedly, she'd grown worried.]

[Nothing but a whine, high-pitched and crackling, is sent back from the door. He's not trapped— they could easily appear behind her in the blink of an eye— but he's not coming out. Or moving. Or saying a word.]

[...The door is unlocked, you know.]

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[She sighs, as if in annoyance, and approaches the pile of blankets and sheets. She sits on the chilled floor besides them, and gently pats the top of the pile.]

"Cesar, dear," [she murmurs,] "come on out. It's okay. I've made you warm tea, alright? It'll help you."

[She isn't sure what's wrong... but it's as if she can feel another's presence.]

"Cesar?" [comes the soft voice from behind the bedroom door. It's followed by four knocks.] "Are you in there? Are you alright?" [They hadn't been out in a while... At least, not that Abby saw. And, admittedly, she'd grown worried.]

[Nothing but a whine, high-pitched and crackling, is sent back from the door. He's not trapped— they could easily appear behind her in the blink of an eye— but he's not coming out. Or moving. Or saying a word.]

[...The door is unlocked, you know.]

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[She sighs, nervously swaying on her feet. It isn't long before the pained noises get to her, and she tries the handle.]

[Slowly, slowly, she opens the door.]

"Cesar?" [comes the soft voice from behind the bedroom door. It's followed by four knocks.] "Are you in there? Are you alright?" [They hadn't been out in a while... At least, not that Abby saw. And, admittedly, she'd grown worried.]

[Nothing but a whine, high-pitched and crackling, is sent back from the door. He's not trapped— they could easily appear behind her in the blink of an eye— but he's not coming out. Or moving. Or saying a word.]

[...The door is unlocked, you know.]

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,, um .

,, oh. Liv. whatre you doing up i havent . seen you in a while ?

!!!!! oh uh -

,

oh . hhi mark

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,.,

,, oh. Liv. whatre you doing up i havent . seen you in a while ?

!!!!! oh uh -

,

oh . hhi mark

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i will not .

,, oh. Liv. whatre you doing up i havent . seen you in a while ?

!!!!! oh uh -

,

oh . hhi mark