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She visibly quieted before looking up at him, squinting. "No," she said, sounding like she was forming an idea. "No. Actually, I encourage you...
"That... is actually pretty clever. But you can't turn invisible."
"I would never," she replied smoothly. "I'm not a coward. It's just weird for it to be you because you don't compliment a lot."
"What? Why?"
She looked up at him in interest, squinting. "I don't think you're listening to the conversation you're supposed to be listening to."
"Hm. One superpower, what is it?"
She wasn't looking at him, but she brought their hands to his chest, her fingers intertwined with his. "I never said I don't like it," she said...
"No! It's perfect. You're perfect. Let's continue."
Her smile dropped and she frowned, her brow furrowing. After a moment, she moved closer and rested her head on his chest, her face turned towards...
He tipped his head back and looked at the sky as if praying, exhaling deeply. "Oh my God. Okay."
"Sure you are," she said lightly. "You told me that I looked lovely and now you're going after my eyes." She raised an eyebrow playfully. "That's...
"Typical," he muttered playfully. "Okay. Fine. Favorite food?"
She flushed, her thumb brushing along his spine on the back of his neck gently. "You're being very complimentary," she said playfully. "Are you...
"It'll be fun," he insisted. "Trust me. Okay. Favorite color?"
She was looking around them with interest, her eyes darting around as if to respond to every stimulus the room had to offer. She shifted her hand...
"Yes," he said primly. "It's called 20 questions."
She nodded, saying nothing more to allow him time to listen. Her hand curled slightly in his shirt as she looked around thoughtfully, her eyes...
He followed her. "Okay. You ready for the game?"
She glanced over her shoulder thoughtfully, raising one eyebrow. "Huh. Is he human?"
He dropped his arm as they got out onto the platform and turned to her. "Which direction?"
