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“Oh,” she mused, looking around uncertainly. “Well, what do you like?”
He looked up at her, his face softening as he considered her. “You’re so...” He fell silent, considering her. “You’re like the sun, Calliope. I’m...
“You haven’t?” she asked, sounding surprised. “But... you were wealthy!”
He looked down for a moment, a frown on his mouth. “When it counts, you are, I think,” he said quietly.
They went towards the clothing parts of the store and she looked around, her nose crinkled in a bit of uncertainty. “I don’t think I’ve ever...
“It’s not,” he replied honestly. “At least... it isn’t for me. You’re braver than I am, though.”
Her frown deepened and she quickly avoided his gaze, looking down at the ground instead. “...okay.”
He laughed deeply, shaking his head. “Sometimes that one works.”
She frowned a little, looking up at him. She didn't say anything more about the weapon, but her expression clearly demonstrated her distaste for it.
He laughed a little, looking up at her. "Uh.... your father must've been a rogue, because he stole the stars and placed them in your eyes..."
"Where is Oblivion?" she asked, looking up at him curiously. "We haven't even talked about that."
"Depends on how much you mean it," he replied quietly.
"No," she agreed. "I know you have your eyes set on one particular sword."
His hand snaked up her back gently and he started laughing. "Well, more than you do, anyway."
She reached up and ruffled his hair playfully before trading out his bandages for another box, setting them down. "Maybe we should get you a...
He laughed deeply, resting his forehead just under her neck as he pulled her close. "Trust me. I know what flirting is."
She looked up at him, giving him a small smile. "No, Z. Of course not." She paused before she started giggling. "You didn't get far enough to be...
"Oh, that's not flirting," he said, his voice low and smooth. Despite the suave nature of his tone, his expression was earnest and affectionate,...
She blinked, tilting her head curiously. "You haven't? You, the destroyer of worlds, hasn't seen an ocean?"
He laughed a little, his hand rubbing the small of her back gently. "I mean... look at you," he murmured, his voice soft. "You're wonderful, Cal."
