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"Nope," he teased. "Definitely not."
He joined her with a nod. "Yep."
His words seemed to panic her, and her hands shook. "You're not going to die.. You won't. Okay? Let's.. Let's go outside and I'll get help. C'mon.."
He pursed his lips. "Like me?"
He nodded. "Of course."
Charlotte fell, the earlier attack too much for her. Avice nodded, her face etched with concern as she supported him. "Outside. Let's go outside."
"I like yellow, too. Yellow is a happy color."
He handed her the plate. "Sandwiches!"
Avice shrieked, immediately coming to his side to help him. Her expression was panicked as she looked around helplessly. "Oh god.. Um.. Um. It...
"Well not hot pink," he amended. "Hot pink is gross."
He chuckled, shaking his head. "You're weird."
She stopped, breathing heavily as she back off, brushing the hair from her face. She turned to go, but Charlotte would then jump up, swiftly...
"Pink isn't so bad!"
He pursed his lips. "Do we need the discounts at the cost of you fake crying?"
She pulled out of his grasp, still going after Charlotte. Her actions only out of violence.
He laughed. " But would it hurt you?"
He laughed. " Probably not."
There was a pause, and Avice burst from behind him, hitting her in the face without hesitating to hear her answer, the knife getting knocked from...
"Oh Yeah? What if I said you remind me of the color pink?"
He chuckled, bringing neatly cut sandwiches on a plate to her. "It's tasking."
