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chloe had no idea where the fuck she was at or how she even got there, but she honestly couldn’t bring herself to care that much. she had been wanting to get out of arcadia bay for forever now, and it just so happened that she got her wish. but what she didn’t wish for was the massive headache from withdrawal – she was itching for a dose of nicotine. so she reached into her pockets in hopes of getting her hands on a cigarette, but she was only able to fish out a pocket knife, a tiny handful of change, and an e m p t y pack of marlboro. sighing in frustration, chloe tossed the small box to the ground and shoved the remaining items back into her pockets. “you don’t happen to have a smoke, do ya ?? ” she asked, turning to the nearest person.
at the sound of someone’s voice speaking to her, namine’s head pops up to look at the stranger, her eyes tearing away from the sketchbook she had been working so hard in. a smoke? instantly her mind went to smoke from fire, a flash of red dancing in her memory before her eyes caught sight of the discarded marlboro pack on the ground, and suddenly it made more sense. “oh. no. sorry,” she mumbled, attempting to look as apologetic as she could. “you could...go buy some? i’m ---- i’m not sure where they sell them, but i see lots of people walking around here with those, so...shouldn’t be too difficult.” her voice briefly trails off before she offers a friendly --- yet somewhat forced -- smile.











