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"Uh huh." *** "I suppose."
(Tiny zoop?)
"I know," she said, "but you should try to relax."
"You're not the boss of me." *** "They talk to you about it?"
He kissed her before heading to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
She smiled, her eyes bright. "You're a bit tense."
"You, but still." *** She laughed. " That bad?"
"Yeah," he said, nodding slightly. "I'll be fast."
She cocked her head. "Well, we don't have to.."
He shook his head. "We're not." *** "Twelve year old romance. Weird."
He kissed the top of her head. "Well.. Want to go to bed?"
She smiled, kissing his cheek. "Perfect!"
She grinned, then looked down. "Okay. You move like this," she said distractedly, moving her feet carefully and pulling him along to copy her.
He grinned. "Still gonna." *** "Really? Aren't they only, like, twelve."
Francis took his coat off as well, returning the scarf. "You always wake up earlier than me."
She pursed her lips. "I'm not sure how to explain it.."
He shook his head playfully. "We're not breaking up." *** "Since when do you like drama?"
He laughed. "Since when?"
She smiled reassuringly, kissing his cheek. "Usually the guy leads, but I can do it this time."
He shook his head. "No we're not." *** "Not leaving at all?"
