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*Meile usually just sticks to himself, really. He doesn't leave much, and if he does, he doesn't go anywhere important, just to get food. He spends a lot of his time sleeping, out of lack of anything else to do. At the moment, he's laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, playing idly with his battered goggles with an unlit cigarette hanging from

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[magnaccia]

*Glances over*

Sure, kid. O' course.

*Pulls out his box of cigarettes, tossing it to Mihael*

... Ya okay?

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*Tosses the lighter as well, with a sigh*

Wut happened?

*He asks, as he rolls off his bed and goes to sit on the edge of Mihael's*