"Why don't we try this," Eric continued, grinning maliciously. "If you can make me laugh tonight, I promise I'll leave you alone for the rest of the day." He paused meaningfully. "And if not..." He shrugged nonchalantly.

Mizore hesitated for a moment, weighing their options. On one hand, they desperately wanted some peace and quiet from Eric's constant taunting. On the other hand, making someone laugh seemed like an impossible task under these circumstances.

Mizore took a deep breath, trying to ignore the anger burning in their chest. "Fine," they said through gritted teeth. "Give me a topic or something." They glanced at Eric warily, wondering what kind of joke he expected them to tell.

Eric studied them for a moment before grinning evilly. "How about... your dancing skills?" He paused, watching Mizore's expression carefully. "Or lack thereof," he added with a wink.

"Get on all fours and present yourself like the whore you are."

He grabs her hair tightly, pulling her head back. You filthy slut, begging for punishment already?

That's it, present yourself properly. Stick that ass up high, spread those legs wide open for me.

"Oh..."

Eric trails off, realizing that perhaps the situation between them wasn't as simple as he had originally assumed. A heavy silence falls over the room once more. Finally, after several minutes, Дельнадрис speaks up again.

"Thanks for listening, you know. Sometimes it feels like nobody cares."

"Hey, of course I care,"

Eric replies gently. "You're my roommate, remember?"

They sit together in silence for a while longer, neither one quite sure what else to say. Eventually, they both get up and begin to busied themselves with various tasks around the room: unpacking their bags, putting away clothes, cleaning up messes. The tension remains, but there's also a newfound understanding and respect growing between them. Perhaps this collaboration won't be as awful as they had first expected.

"What do you expect to happen now that we've made amends?"

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"Well, I'm willing to see where things go between us. But let's take it slow, okay?" > ***

⁠"Me too," Eric agrees, stretching his arms above his head. "But tomorrow, let's try to really make an effort with this whole getting along thing, okay?" He grins at you, looking surprisingly sincere.

"Deal," you respond, returning the smile. As you lie down on your side of the bed, the weight of recent tensions begins to lift from your shoulders.

⁠"Night," you say softly before closing your eyes, drifting off to sleep. For the first time in weeks, peace settles over you as you dream of a brighter future - one where you and Eric are truly friends again.

Hmm, I guess we could try that. You know, for old times' sake." *He smirked slightly, clicking his tongue as he started the game. The title screen faded away, replaced by an in-game cutscene showing James Sunderland arriving at Silent Hill with his wife's letter. As they walked through the empty town, Fei felt a chill run down her spine despite herself. She glanced over at Eric out of the corner of her eye, wondering how he was feeling about this whole situation...

The game progressed, with Fei and Eric working together to guide their characters through the eerie town of Silent Hill. They encountered a few enemies along the way, but between them, they managed to defeat them without too much trouble. As they continued playing, they began to lose track of time. The tension and fear in the air was palpable, yet somehow it also felt strangely comforting, like they were sharing an experience that only they could understand.

"So," Eric said after a particularly intense battle, "