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When Watty rocked up later that evening, everybody else was asleep. Except for MySpace. She was sat in the living room, curled up on the sofa and writing what looked to be sheets of music.

Watty had gone in there, because they'd seen the light on and thought maybe somebody had left it on by mistake, or even fallen asleep in there. But no, MySpace was wide awake, and Watty assumed the half finished cup of tea was not the first of that evening.

She raised an eyebrow when she saw them.

"Well, someone had fun."

"Hm?"

"Nice bed head Watty."

Watty shook his head, and ran a hand through his orange hair.

"Q-quite literally just an old f-friend."

"No strings attached or something?"

Watty was kind of astonished by how comfortable MySpace actually seemed while casually discussing their sex life.

"U-uh.. something like that."

"Well, don't tell Insta."

"I w-wasn't going to. B-but why?"

"You'll see. Anyway, I'm heading to bed," she stood, collecting her things, pausing as she passed the orange haired student, "Sleep well Watty."

Watty laughed softly, turning and watching her go into her room, and continued watching the closed door for about a minute afterwards. That conversation was not expected. At the Syndicate, sure, everybody knew about Watty and Cheska (or Nate and Cheska if you were being technical), and it sort of went unspoken. No one cared that when they disappeared, it was pretty obvious what they were doing. But when it came to the dorm, they had sort of hoped nobody would find out about Cheska, because nobody said they were exactly proud of it. But Cheska had a way of persuasion, and after that first time, they had been hooked, and it was way too much to just say no. Not to mention, they only regretted it after. Like now, staring at the white paint of MySpace's bedroom door, they were already regretting being so late home, and for the reason they had.

But, there was nothing they could do now, except go to bed, and sleep it off as though it was alcohol. Their bed, as always, was too comfortable to keep them awake for long. They just managed to unstash all their gear from their rucksack, and stash it into the box before collapsing on their bed, and near enough passing out straight away.

The next morning, they were awoken by banging on their door. Their movements were groggy, and slow, and opening the door revealed a totally opposite person. Insta looked wide awake, and bad a massive grin on her face for a reason Watty couldn't quite work out.

"Watty! You wanna come shopping with me today? The others are all busy."

"W-well, I was s-supposed to be helping M-MySpace with her s-song."

"MySpace already left. Told me to let you know that she needs to do more checks first. So, you in?"

Watty shrugged, "I-I guess so."

Insta waited in the living room on her phone while Watty dressed. They wore their black skinny jeans, and, to match their dull mood, a grey cardigan. And of course, their battered shoes. Maybe they could buy some new ones today while they were out. They grabbed their wallet, their phone and key and were about to leave, but froze upon hearing a buzz from their desk.

"Fuck, not now."

Watty usually was the first the question why the Syndicate was the only situation where they lost their stutter. Why couldn't they be stutter free when they were with literally anyone else? Either way...