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He nodded, flicking his gaze back away at the FFA jacket peeking through the closet door. |
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"It's downpouring outside." She stated, drenced. "Uh, I'm gonna hop into the shower." |
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"Yeah, noticed that from the sound of it on the roof." He mused, looking up at her with some sort of adoration. Marco nodded, letting her go on. He very much was still crushing on eachother, whether he wanted to admit it or not. |
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She was crushing on Marco, heavily, but wanted to let him go at his pace. She didn't want to ruin their friendship. The last time that happened, she got hurt badly, by many people. |
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Marco kept his gaze on her as she walked out of the room, letting out a huff of frustration for being too quiet and not saying anything. He flopped back down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, folding his hands behind his head. |
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Ten minutes later, she returned, wearing skull pajamas. "If you're showering, might want to do it before the worst of the storm hits." She stated. |
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Marco nodded, standing and slipping his belt off before coiling it and setting it on his dresser. He mindlessly grabbed some random clothes, heading to go shower. The man did so in about 5 minutes, hopping out and getting dressed when... he realized he hadn't grabbed a shirt but two pairs of sweats. Marco sighed, slipping one of the pairs on and praying Liliana wasn't right out the door or something like that. The dim lighting cast heavy shadows, the occasional strike of lightning lighting up his form. |
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Liliana was in her room, lightheaded and dizzy, blood seeping from a wound on her head. |
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Marco tugged a t-shirt on, calling out to see where she was. "Liliana?" |
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She wasn't responding, her head lolling to the side. She had slipped and fell, hitting her head off her dresser, the mirror shattering. |
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Sunny
