Cosmo sat on the dinning table with an empty plate of his food in front of him, eyes and hands on his phone. His foot taps on the floor rapidly.
"{C'mon man, answer the text-}" he murmured.
"⁅𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 Alan 𝚢𝚎𝚝?⁆"
"{No... I tried calling too, but he instantly rejected it-}" they keeps on pressing the power button on their phone, seeing as the screen went on and off, waiting for an answer.
"⁅𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎,⁆" Cyrus assured, taking the empty plate in front of Cosmo to bring it to the sink. "⁅𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝—⁆"
Cosmo groaned, "{But this is Louis we're talking to! I know I've never told y—}" He glances at Cyrus, "{—Ray before about him, but he's like, the worst person to be hanging out with Al! I-}"
"{Ugh why does this fucking Louis guy appears again out of nowhere-}"
Their conversation got absurdly interrupted when they heard their front door opened as if someone pushed it, followed by a raised up voice of "(HI GUYS I AM HOMEE!)"
"(Oh shut up Ray it's not like I could get any louder compared to your stubborn ass-)" he responded immediately, doesn't bother to see as they took their shoes of after closing the door.
"⁅...⁆"
"⁅𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚁𝚊𝚢.⁆"
"(... OH SHIT!-)" They looked up to see both Cyrus and Cosmo within the kitchen across the room. "(Sorry, man, you two just sounds so similar— awfully similar— just kinda slipped my usual banter with the guy-)"
"⁅... 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎.⁆" It decided to brush it off.
Cosmo looked at Cyrus to find a but of discomfort on its face. As he assumed. He could talk about it with him later.
"(Oh neat! Curry's fine by me!)" Excitement could be heard, before dropping his backpack to the couch and ran to the kitchen.
Cosmo once again checked his phone to see nothing.
One problem at a time.
Non-speaking of someone missing, Cosmo turned to look at the way to Ray's room.
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It is 10:46 PM.
Ray couldn't get himself get tired as a way for him to sleep, so he ended up sitting on his desk, working on something.
"(... Dude what are you doing-)" Juno yawned, walking to his bed and dropped himself face-first to his bed.
"[Isn't it obvious?]" His tone was flat, eyes on his book and the screen of his computer.
"(What, project? Studying?)" They asked, although not wanting an answer. "(Man, I thought after what happened you'd be too traumatized to be using a computer for a while- heh.)" he half joked as he tucked himself on his bed with his blanket.
"[There is nothing to be traumatized about when you remember almost nothing of it.]"
"(Welp, don't hook yourself on the screen too much, don't want to get your ass in it again.)" He responded tiredly, before flipping themselves on the bed, facing the wall now instead of Ray.
"(Aight, night mate.)"
"[Night.]"
The room suddenly fell into silence once again, as he could hear Juno doozing off pretty fast. He had no problem with it, the silent is better, anyway.
Ray continues doing his work, it helps him keep his mind straight and in order. Honestly, he did it to distract himself from..... Best not to think about it to not think about it.
{Ghosts!! I believe they're all everywhere but they live on some type of a different dimension where we can't see them, but then can see us! Instead of being all spookay possession shit, I bet they have their own lives like us do and spook us as a hobby or out of sheer boredom because people are shitty-}
["Straight"? What's that supposed to mean? If you're talking about our hairs, then none. Although Cosmo had straightened his hair once when he was fifteen.]
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{Ehh, I guess... None? Unless you're talking about if anyone had an attraction for women or something, then I guess me and Alan once had a-}
{...}
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⧼Uhm I'm not sure..? Not me, though- I- *he glance at Louis for a millisecond* I don't really care much..?⧽
