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                    right cheek stuffed with food, gi-hun glances up at cori as if he were surprised at the question. ‘ do i look like a thief? huh? why would you say that? ’ he did steal it. how else were they going to get something to eat? the defensiveness that creased his tone came from a place of shame. gi-hun has no job, no money, and no food otherwise. he chews slowly, swallows, brows furrow as he pushes the food towards cori. ‘ do you want it or not? ’ it’s a short snap, soft, he doesn’t mean it. gi-hun scoffs a bit before his mood seems to change immediately, the man settling into his chair and blowing at his own meal. ‘ i know you’re hungry, so don’t worry about where it came from. just eat it, okay? ’

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               charlie   shifted   back   on   his   heels.   not   a   nervous   man   by   nature,   he   found   that   the   butterflies   that   cori   gave   him   were   a   new   sensation.   his   hands   are   shoved   his   pockets   before   he   cleared   his   throat   and   looked   up   at   her.   “   i   think   we   should   tell   bella   about   us.   if   that   would   be   all   right   with   you.   ”   he   didn’t   want   to   assume   anything.   he   had   delved   in   head   first   into   his   relationship   with   renee   and   all   it   had   done   was   cause   him   to   lose   out   on   many   of   the   formative   years   for   bella.   he   was   sure   that   cori   was   the   right   person   to   share   his   life   with.   there   is   a   loose   shrug   to   his   shoulder,   as   if   to   suggest   he   would   be   okay   with   her   answer   either   way.   

           ALL OF HIS SENSES DREW INTO A BLUR. his hands shot out like a cat about to fall to the ground, awakened by the unknown of sight. if only his dumb brain sprung the calmness to remind him, nothing else moved. simply the most treasured guidance for his work to continue. like a blind mice, he swore if it started raining. the song to africa by toto had better started right then and there if a miracle were to happen. unlikely but surely his fingers played with the air, the hunt down as his scalpel found comfort in his grip. “ alright, i think this is where im suppose to cut. I GUESS, here’s to counting to ten on my fingers. wish me the fucking best.” he frantically sliced the air before his own childish giggle echoed. it was then abrupt by his own choke of words. “ those got shitty insurance, GIVE THEM UP. ” his voice thrilled with a shout but hilarity into them as he patted his swivel table of utensils.   

       ❝ i’m  not  going  to,  i  promise. ❞        HE  MIGHT  END  UP  DROPPING  THE  PHONE  AT  SOME  POINT,  but  he’s  not  going  to  hang  up.        he  doesn’t  even  know  where  he  is  at  this  point,  just  that  he  took  something  and  it  didn’t  go  well.        he’d  only  called  cori  so  she  could  help  talk  him  through  it,  help  him  calm  down,  he  didn’t  expect  her  to  freak  out  the  way  she  was.        he’s  quiet  for  a  moment,  then  speaks  softy,  voice  shaking.        ❝ please  help  me. ❞