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𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 .19

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Slight Mention of Marijuana
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The floorboards creaked beneath cornflower blue converse, somehow supporting the weight of the two teenagers as they venture deeper into the 5th floors habitats.

Sal hadn't spoken, not once during their departure. He'd continuously been fiddling with the small, handheld gearboy, growing more frustrated he lost whatever had been pertaining his attention every so often.

Usually, Sal wasn't accompanied by anyone when exploring the 'renovated' level, most often than not, alone. Today wouldn't have been any different but thanks to a particular brunette, plans had been changed.

Todd, as well, wasn't much of a conversational guy. He preferred his well deserved downtime, although today hadn't been going according to schedule.

Their reason for being there, Megan, hadn't sought out company either. Whether the device was a bust or everything had been a waste of time, this only furthered Sal's impatience.

"That was an unexpected visit, wasn't it?" Todd inquired, his attempt at small talk.

Sal grunted, singular eye bloodshot from exhaustion and frustration. "Megan wasn't there, Todd." Reminded the bluenette, still fixated on the gadget residing in his hands.

"You know I wasn't talking about Megan, Sal." Todd sternly spoke, as if scolding a child. "Is this about Larry?"

It's about her, the correcting argument threatened to spill from his marred lips.

"No." answered Sal. A long, dexterous finger pressed the elevator's button, calling upon it's absent. "I know Larry buys off you guys."

"But you didn't know she did?" Todd finished Sal's assessment, unaware of his inner turmoil. "That is what your getting at, right?"

"I just.." Sal paused, discomfort plausible. "-was caught off gaurd."

The elavator's doors slid aside, revealing the dim atmosphere of it's confiding space. "Sal, be honest," Todd urged, the duo stepping foot into the box as it began its descent towards the 3rd floor. "What's been up with you, lately?"

Soon enough, the gearboy had lost it's battery, shutting down automatically as Sal huffed, perplexed. "What do you mean?"

"You've been off, lately." Todd simply stated, rather than a question, it was an observation.

Sal shuffled, uncomfortable under the ginger's microscope. "I'm fine, Todd." reiterated Sal, averting his gaze from hazel curiosity. "I've just been tired, is all."

"'Tired', huh?" Todd repeated, unamused to watch the bluenette nod in agreement. "Is that why you pressed the wrong button?" He mocked, index finger gesturing to the '3rd floor' button brightly lit. "The floor she just so happens to live on?'

Instinctively, Sal lifted his head to acknowledge Todd's conclusion. "My finger must've slipped." He suggested, tone even as he corrected his mistake.

"...or-" Todd spoke, skeptical by this sudden switch, "consider this," he reasoned, weight slightly unbalanced as the elevator shook softly before continuing its journey, "you're distracted."