˖⁺｡˚⋆˙𝓘𝓽𝓻𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅⚜️ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

Aitraped walked through the snowy streets of Robloxia, his hands in his pockets. His phone vibrated—Chance was calling him again. With a cold, distant look, Aitraped picked it up and answered curtly:
"What do you need, Chance?"
The guy on the other end of the phone said cheerfully, *
"Why are you sulking all of a sudden? I actually wanted to go for a walk with you!"
"I'm sick."

• He lied. Aitraped didn't want to waste his time on him, especially in this weather. *
  "Oh, sorry, I didn't know! Get well soon!"
• Aitraped hung up and shoved his phone back into his trouser pockets. He walked aimlessly for a couple more hours before heading home. Simple white flakes began to snow as the guy walked along the now familiar streets. In his head, he cursed the terrible weather, wishing only to get there faster.
  The next day, Aitraped noticed symptoms of illness. Shans showed up at his house unannounced with a bag of tangerines and other treats to cheer him up. He accepted the gift with a forced smile and showed him the door, "so as not to infect him. "Shans left in disgust, hoping Aitrap would appreciate his gifts.
  In fact, he was allergic to half the food in the package, so they went in the trash. The next day, Aitraped went out to the pharmacy to get some pills; his throat was incredibly sore.
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