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Max and Emery were talking when he came in, quieting when he did before picking back up again. She eventually snatched her brother's phone, somehow getting the passcode right before getting into his messages. "Max, 12 chicks at one time is way too many. Actually, I take it back. For a moron like you, that's the least you'll have." She grumbled, tossing it back at Max. |
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Noah took his depression meds, and grabbed a banana before going over to the living room to eat, staying out of the conversation. |
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Eventually work whisked Max away, Emery waving goodbye as he left before she went into the living room to finish up some assignments. She didn't sit next to Noah, but instead, at a decent distance away. "Talked to Henry lately?" The woman asked, taking a sip of her coffee. |
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"No," he replied dully. He hadn't spoken to him since Rowan. Rowan had taken Noahs phone away and put parental controls on it and everything. Rowan had made sure Noah wouldn't be able to ask for help for anyone. |
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"Oh, well maybe you should. You two get along really well, better than we do sometimes." She mused, starting to work on a essay when she remembered finals were coming up. |
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"Mm," he just hummed distantly. He felt like she just told him to go get back together with Henry, which made him feel unwanted... he knew it wasn't true, but it didn't make it hurt any less. |
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Emery was silent otherwise, turning in the essay after a few hours before going to turn in missing assignments she'd laid off. |
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Noah just stared at his hands. |
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Emery looked up at him, concerned for his well being. "Are you alright?" She asked, Rocky bounding over to him and hopping up beside him, dropping his toy and wagging his nub of a tail. |
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Clear with Temps dropping into the Teens
