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She smiled slightly. "Okay. I'll tell you."
" Yeah." He nodded. "I've never been here before. Is it nice?"
She was quiet for a moment, before nodding. "Yeah.. I'll try."
"Did you beat them up?" he asked. He was concerned, but knew she was okay, so was calmer than he would've been.
After a moment her mouth moved to his ear, and her voice was quiet. "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. Try to remember that, okay?"
"Some people?" he asked, his tone concerned. "Who?"
She took his face in her hands and kissed him again, hoping to make it last.
He walked up to her, about to say hello before his observant eye caught the bruises. "What happened?"
"Then I'll have to tell you what happened," she said, pulling away for a moment, only to kiss his nose. "That work?"
Francis arrived not long after, carrying his own backpack. He looked up at her once he got there, a smile on his face.
"When you're sober, you should be clear," she said smoothly, tilting her head slightly.
(Yep)
"I do listen. I was in denial. You have to be clear with me," she said, mindlessly running her hands through his hair.
Francis frowned. His messages weren't great, but they would have to do. He stood up and went the bathroom, going to get ready for the day.
She buried her head in his shoulder, a small smile on her face. "You should just confess, hm?"
Another message beeped. "Great@! Iklll bring. Thee blankets. Lov e you"
She watched him for a moment, before embracing him. At first, she was unsure about it, but eventually relaxed. "You're amazing."
"Heyhhss," it read, "woiild tongiht wokr?"
"No," she said, stepping closer to him again. "I might as well just enjoy this, right?"
(Yeah) It was the early morning when Poppy would receive a notification, obviously a text from Francis, as it had many errors.
