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Bridge remained silent, pressing his lips together and running a hand through his hair. It was still just as soft.
Bridge remained silent, pressing his lips together and running a hand through his hair. It was still just as soft.
Scipio closed his eyes and sighed, holding his face in his hands. "I just want him to go away…"
"I…I know you do," Bridge eventually said, although his voice was quiet. "I don't…don't like him either."
Scipio nodded. "I don't even care if he dies or not, I just want him gone…"
"I know." He said in a small voice, falling silent again.
Scipio lay his head on Bridge's shoulder. "If he doesn't leave me alone I might kill him."
Bridge blushed a little at his touch, not at all minding it, however small it was. "That…you might get moved."
"I dunno. I think the guards have noticed that I don't plan on killing you. There's no need to separate us."
"Oh." Bridge paused. "Good. That's…that's good."
"Yeah, they know when I'm plotting. I used to be very good at hiding it, but then I stopped caring."
"Oh." Bridge was pretty sure he wasn't plotting anything - not on him, at least. "What…what do you plot?"
"Mostly murder, but occasionally tricks like the one we pulled earlier. They didn't see that, though, since it was spur of the moment. Most of my tricks are like that."
"Oh." Bridge looked over to him, still petting his hair. "Have…have you ever killed anyone in here?"
"Yeah, sure. That's why they don't like to let me out much."
Bridge pressed his lips together nervously for a moment, convincing himself Scipio had no intention of killing him. "Have…have you ever killed a roommate?"
"No, I don't think so. Usually they're smart enough to keep to themselves. I've had roommates kill themselves, though." Scipio hummed softly.
Bridge fell silent again, looking over at him for a moment before returning his gaze to the floor.
"I think you'll be okay. You don't seem like you're going to kill yourself."
"I don't…I don't think I will," He mumbled softly, almost forgetting everything that had happened before.
"You're alright." Scipio patted Bridge's head.
Bridge blushed a little, looking up with a small smile, although his eyes were still large and doe-like. "Thank you."
"Was that good? I'm quite bad at reassuring people." Scipio continued patting Bridge.
"Yeah, it's…it's good." He said, looking back to the wall to hide his small, yet noticeable, blush.
"Do you like it?" Scipio cocked his head slightly to the side, his hand resting on Bridge's head.
He nodded shyly, not saying anything, his cheeks red.
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