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He nodded, following quickly.
"Jeez."
Francis turned, quickly shooting the other.
She kissed his nose. "I'm sorry it feels poopy."
"Why is that?"
"I'm way cooler than spider man!"
"Geez yourself."
His was already trained on them. He sent a warning shot next to one of their hands.
"How's your wing?"
"But anything else?"
He frowned. "Yeah.. It might be hard to get down."
She stuck her tongue out at him.
Francis put the gun up, stepping quietly. "Get down!"
"I'm good. You?"
"What about you?"
He followed closely, his brows furrowing.
"I'm just being honest."
He led the way, looking for an escape.
She yawned, moving to turn. "Hey."
"I mean.. No, not really."
