((Choose if your Elliot or Chance:P))

"And stay there!"

Elliot sighed, shutting the door to Chances room.

Gosh, why is he so stubborn..

Chance has a headache, and Elliot has told, MANY TIMES to rest and drink water!

And yet Chance always argues back, and doesn't listen.

Gosh.. Elliot is gonna lose his mind if he stays in this place with Chance for any longer..

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Meanwhile, Chance was laying down on his bed, staring at the cileing.

He's bored. So what does he do?

Violently stim and flip his coin. Like always.

It made him happy:3

Anyways-

Maybe he could sneak out, and go to his Casino.. even though its like..

2AM.

Chance didn't care.

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Elliot was slumped against the kitchen counter, eye bags clear as day.

He groaned, rubbing his face.

He is running off of like.. four cups of coffee right now.

It wont be long before he was some type of energy failer and he passes out.

The former pizzarea worked sighed, glancing over as he heard the steps on the stairs creak.

"Chance. You are not leaving." He hissed out.

"...Oh- Hi." Chance hummed, blinking, somewhat concerned.

"Why are you awake."

"Its boring just sitting in my room and doing nothing, okay." Chance argued back.

Elliot sighed, walking over to the couch and sitting down.

Chance followed him, flopping down next to his fellow robloxian.