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The squad was in their apartment, doing various things.
Deny came out of his bedroom. “Have you guys seen my Macbook?”
Froste looks up. “Nope.” The rest made sounds, implying that they haven’t seen it either.
“I’ve been looking around for twenty minutes. I literally can’t find it.” Deny turned around to go search, but turned back. “Could you guys help me find it?”
The squad got up and divided and conquered. Deny was in Classy/Froste’s bedroom, Classy was looking in the kitchen, Froste looked in Deny/George’s room, and George was in…the bathroom?
Classy was in the bedroom hallway and Deny came out and stared at Classy. “Don’t worry guys I found it,” Deny said while holding up the laptop in his right hand.
Classy couldn’t tell him Deny was angry at him. Classy was nervous.
George came, along with Froste. “Where was it,” George asked.
“Under Classy’s sheets,” he said, sternly. Deny dropped his arm and left to the living room.
“Uh, what happened?” George asked.
“I don’t know,” Froste murmured. He and George left the area. Classy stood there a little longer, pondering about what Deny was thinking in his head.
Later in the night, the squad was preparing for bed. Classy and Froste were in their room, and George was somewhere else in the apartment.
Deny lightly stormed into their room. “Classy, did you steal my facial cream?”
Froste looked at Deny, then Classy, then back at Deny. “Why are you asking him?”
“Cause my Macbook was in his area like two hours ago, so there is a chance he took my cream!”
“You can’t blame him,” Froste said, defending Classy.
“Can you guys keep it down?” George peeked into the room.
Ignoring George, Deny looked through Classy’s part of the room; his closet, bed, floor, and lastly, the drawer. Deny opened the drawer, and unsurprisingly finds his facial cream.
“Stop stealing my stuff, Classy.”
“But I didn’t!”
Deny leaves the room without saying a word.