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Oh yeah, it would. Soeki used to live here. I've been tryin' to get the smell out but it's awful stubborn.

[It used to be so, so much worse. At least the weed smell masks it too, to a point. And speaking of weed, the bowl that Eddie gave him is on Fiddleford's table. He picks it up now and offers it over. He was pregaming but there's still certainly enough to share.]

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Oh. [Eddie's brow furrows.] Now that you mention, I vaguely remember Marco saying something about them being roommates.

[He takes the bowl and digs a lighter out of his pants pocket, sparking up and taking a good, big hit off it. It's been a month or two since he's had any at all, and relief floods him almost immediately as he passes the bowl back. This is what he needed: to loosen up. Take his mind off things for awhile.

Eddie exhales, smoke unfurling in lazy curls from his mouth.]

Y'know I got us a house? It was perfect. Just big enough for the both of us. Except now it feels...way too big. Empty.