Sam's Cellbit and Roier
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“Roier?” He asks, stunned. Sure enough, his ex-fiancee is standing in front of him, looking just as shocked as he feels.
Cellbit wishes that something other than, “Holy shit he looks so good,” pops into his mind, but he can’t help it. Old habits die hard.
He belatedly realizes that Richarlyson is also there, grasping onto Roier’s hand and tugging him forward, but even still like an idiot he blurts out, “Did you kidnap my son?”
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Or: Roier ending his relationship with Cellbit means that the father Richarlyson knows and loves is suddenly gone- at least, in spirit. So, if Richarlyson wants his dad- and his newfound family -back, he's going to need to take matters into his own hands.
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There was a clattering on the side of the wall outside, and something in Cellbit's chest seized, fear clouding his mind and making him sit straight, throwing the blanket off his shoulders and dipping his fingers into his inventory, preparing to withdraw either a weapon or a waystone, whichever was more necessary. But then a dark head of hair popped up from between the balcony's banisters, held back by a bandana, and Cellbit slumped in relief, all the tension leaving his body at once.
"Hey, man!" Roier greeted in a mock whisper, his eyes glinting mischievously in the soft moonlight. "Thought you might need some company up here. The castle seemed pretty lonely, eh gatinho?"
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The party was going well, to be quite fair. Music blasting off the rooftop, echoing in the foggy twilight. Hands still sticky from the frosted donut, really, what else could he ask for? He had a husband-to-be, now, and the giddiness refused to fade every time Roier caught sight of him. Not that he was trying not to look, of course. Cellbit was a sight to behold no matter when.
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- Part 1 of qsmp
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"Until someone comes to find us." Cellbit said with more confidence than he felt, because the alternative was almost unthinkable, even as it plagued the farthest corners of his mind. He knew, he knew what he'd done to get himself here, but surely- surely he hadn't been that convincing, not to them. Not if it hadn't even been enough to fool Cucurucho, supposedly. Surely they knew none of it had been real.
He thought of Forever's betrayed expression, of Bad's doubt, and closed his eyes.
"They'll come."
They had to.