[ Said cheeto is more like a cheeto log at this point, the two ends being snapped off from jumbling in the bag or Rhada laying on it, whichever may be the case. He pops it into his mouth before rolling onto his side, propping a head up on a hand as he stares at Yusuf's socks - clean for the most part except for a nudge of everyday house dirt on the left heel, cat hair dispersed thoroughly besides. ]
Have you thought about uni, yet?
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