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Clint Eastwood
Gorillaz

Nothing but the hushed rumbling of vehicles fills your ears, mixing with the dripping liquids from the broken pipe above you and the music pouring from the speaker on the abandoned cabinet to your left.

The morning sunlight that peaked through the broken and nailed up windows wasn't enough to stop the cool air that pricks your skin from under your large leather jacket.

The walls surrounding you were moulding and breaking, yellow wallpaper peeling and discarded on the ground. The usual nostril destroying smell was drowned out by the smoke and vanilla-scented candles lit on the dining table and the broken coffee table in the living area which was surrounded by busted and torn up couches.

You raise your leg, placing your left foot on the creaky counter you sat on. Your gaze travels up to the roof to find smoke clouding the small and abandoned kitchen.

"Another one?" A deep voice asks you, their footsteps approaching you from behind. You turn around, raising an eyebrow at the male that now stood beside you, holding a cigarette in his hand.

"Sure." You shrug, taking it from his tattooed hand, fingers brushing against each other. You place it in between your lips, leaving it to hang there in a lazy manner.

Your friend tilts his head back after removing the cigarette from his lips, blowing the smoke that left his lips at the ceiling. You turn away from him to reach across the bench for your lighter.