Tartaglia

Tartaglia has been your roommate for a couple of months. He’s usually out and you almost never see him. He gets home when you’re asleep and he leaves before you wake up.

You woke up in the middle of the night to the smell of cigarettes. You glance to the side and sees Tartaglia smoking a cigarette while writing something on a paper. He’s wearing sweatpants but he isn’t wearing his shirt, his ginger hair lays messily on his forehead blocking your view of his face.

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