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He blinked. "Yes." *** She grinned, taking his hand. "Sounds good."
He moved away from her, though his actions were a bit restricted. "Not you. Where's Poppy?"
She laughed. "I won't. I promise. No cheating, though."
"So, so mean." *** "Also right,' she teased.
He winced, breathing quickly after he got inside, mostly from the adrenaline.
She stuck out her tongue innocently. "A sacrifice."
He shook his head. "So mean!" *** She laughed. "Hmph. True."
He moved to get in, his brow furrowing.
She rolled her eyes. "I would rather stab myself 38 times."
"That's with hugs," he protested, frowning. *** "Also true."
He shuddered, but kept going, hoping it wouldn't catch up.
She cocked her head, smiling at him. "I'll find stuff out as well."
"No, I don't!" *** "Also true."
Francis hesitated, glancing back for a moment anyways.
She kissed the tip of his nose before away from his touch. "Fine."
"I don't want to kiss!" *** She laughed. "True."
His eyes widened and he moved faster, obviously hopeful.
"Fine," she joked. "Don't."
"I'm an innocent angel." *** "How come?" She teased.
He followed uncertainly, raising his gun just in case.
