Vintage's downfall

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Stepping inside, Vintage must've thought it had been just as generic as any other apartment he's ever been in. But no.

It was massive, it had two living rooms, with separate TVs. Most of the rooms on the first floor were decorated with old paintings, lights, shelves with books, figure sculptures and other various details that he himself could not take in. It was too much to explore and he was shocked just the second he came in.

"Skull? Wouldn't that cost you like tons of money?" Vintage was hanging around in the second living room, which had comfortable soft beanbag chairs he could sit. "And there's also a second floor. Cod gracious."

The two were exploring the place like mad. Vintage was checking out everything and touching everything that he could get his hands on. He's came across old weapon blueprints too, which he thought was crazy. 

How and where has get this offer from?  He thought. A magican? The god himself? It poofed out of nowhere?

"You've never seen an team exclusive apartment." Skull laughed in response. He sat himself down where Vintage was. "Our rent will be paid by every battle we do. It wouldn't be hard to pay off and this place is much nicer than the casual one."

The two were close together as much as Vintage was anxious standing to him. But now that he's going to have to be in a team and live together he shouldn't be this shy, right?  

But for some reason, he always felt butterflies in his stomach when near Skull as if he didn't want to disappoint him anytime from now. 

"Makes sense." Vintage said. Walking out from the position he was and walking up the spiraling stairs in interest in seeing what's upstairs the most.

Skull followed him while taking off his bandana. Vintage noticed, and was suprised by his smile. They were on the second floor quickly. "It's heating here. I don't want to choke!"

"Why do you even wear that?" Vintage asked, he was looking at the corridor that was ahead of him, each side had a closed room. 

"If I told you, you have to promise you'd never tell ANYONE." Skull replied, quite loudly. 

"Don't worry, I won't. I'm not a snitch." Vintage answered, honestly. Although that might have made him seem suspicious.

The two were now standing within the door opening to a room. It was quite nice and wooden, almost like it was painted recently. But that wasn't what he was focused on.

"It's because.." Skull started to speak but he was shuttering and couldn't finish it off. "You know how I told you I like sugary foods, right?"

"Ah, yes. You did told me that." Vintage spoke softly, he leaned against the door. Everytime he saw candy, he was reminded by Skull.

Skull wrapped up his bandana in his hand. "I have a bit of tooth-decay thanks to my addiction but it's not so bad because it's in the bottom area."

Vintage wasn't shocked to hear, in fact it made a lot of sense. Tooth decay? He'd be extremely ashamed if that happened to him. Poor Skull.

"Does it hurt?" Vintage asked curiously while Skull showed him his black-ridden teeth. They weren't pleasent to look at. Sure, he'd seen worse- an inkling breaking her leg and bleeding continuously while Vintage was playing around in the playground back during his childhood days. That image stuck around in his head.

"Sometimes," Skull closed his mouth and put on the bandana back as Vintage was observing it. "It depends on if I bite on something too hard. Nobody knows this, not even Aviator."

Not even Aviator?  Vintage was suprised that he told him this. He was a complete stranger- if not, just a new friend unlike Aviator who must've knew Skull for many years now.