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She took a sip of wine. "..Super cute, though."
He frowned. "Socks and shoes?"
He flushed, laughing embarrassedly. "Wow.. That was bad."
He considered it as well, before taking out a belt too.
"Maybe I'm the ghost," she teased, resting her head on her hand as she watched him.
He flushed, but went to pick. Pulling out a black band t-shirt and some light jeans.
She laughed. "Still? How?"
He tilted his head. "This is a risky decision on your part," he teased."
"Yeah. That's what I'm talking about too."
He rolled his eyes and kissed her head. "Right."
She folded her hands with a small smile. "What does it mean to you?"
"You're relentless," he teased, looking down at her fondly.
She squinted. "No. And neither is my grandmother's house."
He groaned. "Fatal attraction, then."
She laughed. "Right. My old house was a little secluded."
"That doesn't help you," he said stubbornly.
She shrugged. "I was just happy to have people around."
He gasped in surprise. "O!"
She shrugged. "I never had a favorite. It didn't matter to me."
His frown deepened. "My sister, O. And our enemy."
