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(Zoop!)
"I know," she teased. "You still hang out with me."
Avice stood by herself, before finding a wall and leaning against it, burying her face in her hands.
He sighed, dozing off as well, his hold on her gentle.
She grinned. "I have no direct employer, so good luck with that."
She crossed her arms nervously. "I know. I know. Thank you so much.."
He kissed the top of her head, relieved by the nearness of her. "I love you too."
She followed, grinning teasingly. "Totes ready?"
Avice followed, staying a ways behind. She knew getting in the way again wouldn't help, and decided it was best if she just waited.
He shook his head, brushing her fingers through her hair. "Nobody, my love. Just rest."
She nodded, picking up her bag. "Yeah. You?"
Avice felt her heart skip a beat, and she knelt down, placing her hand over her own heart, which was racing. "Oh, thank God."
Francis sighed in frustration, going back over to her and joining her again, wrapping his arms around her.
"You're right," she agreed. "Barely sorry."
Avice watched, a dangerous gaze taking over her expression. She watched, silent and hopeful.
"I won't have to," he replied sharply, entering the house and shutting the door behind him.
She laughed. "Sorry about that, then."
She stood up, her eyes flaming, blazing brighter than the fire from hell. "Help him, damnit! It's you're job!" Her voice was dangerous. "Just help!"
Francis glared. "You aren't helping anyone. I think you should go."
She nodded. "Totes!"
