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    Anubis took a long drag of the cigarette in his hands. Under a dingy streetlamp, they leaned against the pole. Eyes dull and tired. A certain rat came into view, Ratthew’s short figure sneaking up on the Bombay.

    “Since when did you smoke, Agent A?.” He asked, furrowing his brows at the sight of it.

    Anubis just hummed in response. "Mmm not sure."

    Ratthew sized the very tired face and dull vibe going on and deduced that something had happened. Ratthew wasn’t the Agent with best skills of deduction nor research but was the best at something most get caught in

    Judging… Oh and also on site shit.

    “I know you are judging hard, Agent R.” Anubis scoffed slightly as they brought the cig to their lips but paused before taking another drag. Not looking the rat in the eyes.

    “Ex-Agent Anubis. You forgot about me leaving that organization?” Ratthew said, taking out a box of pockys. “Here, take it. I can barely breathe with that shit you are smoking up.” He coughed dramatically.

    Anubis snorted but complied, it was a dud anyways. They took and slowly bit on it. Ratthew questioned again.

    "Grief" They stated simply.

    The cigarette long forgotten about...

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