Salem Could Had Admit, He Had Been A Pretty Awful Big Brother Lately. One Small Shopping

Spooning another cold mouthful of cherry flavored shaved ice into his mouth, Salem could only offer a shake of his head. “Not really,” he started, taking another bite and wincing at the coldness on his teeth which forced him to take a break from the treat. “Everything’s dead and horrifying look. It’s so much better than all of this.”

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“Is this how its like in Halloween Town except you know with Halloween stuff and not all this Spring stuff?” Irey asked Salem as she took a bite from some food she just bought. Here she was per her father’s orders getting close to the Skellington kid.

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     “i’m sorry you got stuck here just because i asked a favor.” salem was really just looking for any excuse to hang out with someone to keep his mind distracted. he had cleaned his place up and put all of his alcohol out of site. the drugs his body had become accustomed to, he was having a harder time giving them up so he tried to limit how much he took. he still had a long way to go and he was already feeling antsy. “i didn’t think the snow would be so bad but um --- i can make you something? food? something warm to drink?”

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     another long night of partying and salem was completely wasted, stumbling as he walked back to his apartment. “wow --” he chuckled when he nearly ran into another guy, raising his hands to show he meant no harm. “my bad uh dude. the night’s still early but --- i went too hard.” he laughed again, shaking his head. salem probably should be more worried about being out so close to curfew but he figured he would make it home soon.

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“You should take me with you when you go back. I want to see the place where my dad and my other, i guess you can say, relatives are from.” She knew once the goal was completed here, she rather leave to Halloween Town then stay here or go back to the Isle.

“I can’t do that,” he spoke, still smiling. “Who’s your dad?” His own dad had told him to be careful of who he let into Halloween Town, it wasn’t exactly a safe place for humans. Most of the citizens themselves would do no harm to an outsider but being scared to death was quite a real possibility.

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      “Seems like it should be something you do more often, to be honest.”  If Marinus could play the violin anywhere near as good as the performer in front of him - or at all, really - he would definitely take his own advice. He was a bit jealous, actually. “You must have been practicing for years. Major props.”

     “I don’t know if I have the will for that.” He chuckled, making light of his own talent. In his past live, he was sure he must have treasured and practiced for hours, but he had no recollection of that drive now. “Maybe. Thanks, man. Now, I gotta find something to drink. Being up there without one was exhausting.”

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