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She finished getting dressed before relaxing next to him again, her fingers running through his hair idly.
He laughed. "Halo?" *** "Okie dokie," she said brightly, sitting back.
"I hated that," he said, chuckling slightly.
She turned her head, reaching her hand to brush his hair gently before sitting up, carefully moving his arms to grab her shirt and put it on.
"Sure," he said brightly. "What kind do you like?" *** She shook her head. "No preferences."
He chuckled. "You had that annoying nickname for me.. What was it again?"
Awhile later, Avice had dozed off, though it did not take much longer for her to wake up, her eyes fluttering.
He nodded, standing as well. "Sounds good." *** She grinned. "Perfect."
He nodded slowly, tilting his head. "I recall."
(Later?)
He nodded. "Okay. Tomorrow." *** "Right, but it's yours."
He nodded, a small smile on his face. "Yeah. It is."
"Oh definitely," she teased, running her hands through his hair.
"I know." *** She cocked her head. "So?"
He chuckled. "I'm not surprised."
Her hand rested on his neck, a small smile on her face.
"Then we have to." *** "I understand, but they're your shirts."
He squeezed her hand. "I doubt many people are out right now, so we won't have to deal with that."
"Aaand?"
He hesitated. "Do we have a choice?" **** "Definitely."
