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“ i don’t really care . i had … nothing better to do , “ and her statement isn’t meant to be taken as mean , that much is proven by the crassness and lackadaisical nature , as she kicks her feet up and down on the seat mindlessly . eyes linger on his form , gauging his every move , before nodding . “ i like hot chocolate . if you … don’t mind . i can make it , though . you look … weird . i don’t want you to burn yourself . “
“ cool, no worries then. ” lacking tact was common place in halloweentown, it was only natural to be direct so salem didn’t take her words personally. nimble fingers ran through wild hair before he shook his head. “ i’m all good. this is how i am usually, ” he assured, moving to begin boiling the milk for the sweet drink. food was hard to stomach when he stayed sober long enough to feel withdrawals so non-alcoholic drinks had become his best friend.
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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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FIND HER clinging to the wall ; as if floor lava and she too afraid to take a step CLOSER off the rug . “ not you ? what’s … what’s stopping you ? “ is the only thing elly’s caught , repeating after him in a certain kind of CONFUSION . and it’s this : doesn’t want to imagine him as something less than her expectations , chalk it up to some romanticized version of him in her head . “ i mean . YEAH . you made it worth it , i guess . don’t … don’t usually come to these things . “
his gaze drifted to the floor, head tilting to the side in contemplation. his addictions were known to everyone but his parents, how he was managing that was a miracle, but most wouldn’t care to ask about him unless they knew of his father. “ lots goin’ on up here, ” he tapped his temple, meeting her gaze once again. not a lie, not the full truth either. “ cool. i’m glad you came then. ” he flashed her a genuine, almost sweet smile.
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AND REALLY , every part of her is telling her to turn tail and run , go hide out on the bench out front and just wait for something to swallow her up — but she steels herself . it’s a ghost of a smile that passes over her lips , switch slipping into small purse backpack before she looks to the OTHER , rocks back and forth on her feet . “ … you did good , “ she says , softly , eyes flittering back down to the ground , because it’s easier to look at canvas shoes than it is to look at him , and she could just call it quits , but pushes further . ( does she even have a right to ? she doesn’t know . ) “ why don’t you … play that often ? you’re clearly good at it . “
hot and cold. it was always the way she left him feeling. already a terrible judge of character, he had no sense for reading people, so he gave up on trying to read her weeks ago. otherwise, his head would always be left spinning. “ i need to have a clear head and --- that’s not really me. ” the only reason he had felt like performing tonight was because he wanted to feel like his old self. in halloweentown, he been very in tune with who he was when he was alive. memories of his passing were still fuzzy but he remembered a lot about his old life. those memories rapidly dissipated when his addictions started. “ but i’m glad ya enjoyed the show ! ”