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She laughed, reaching up and resting her hand on the back of his neck. "I'm just kidding."
He flushed slightly. "Thanks. What are you doing?"
She grinned. "No, I like this. You should expand on that."
He laughed. "You can pay money to have legs like mine, but I wouldn't recommend it."
She grinned, looking up at him. "Or what?"
He squinted, but came over.
She squinted. "Your pretty face.:
"What, you're not willing to trade?" he teased.
"Actually, I was a little distracted."
He shrugged. "I'd want your flesh legs.:
She glared at him. "That is rude."
"I'm sure your flesh legs are great."
She blushed, quieting for a moment. "Ah.."
He laughed. "That makes no sense."
She looked up at him. "Yup."
"Once they're shot, they're shot. No healing for me."
"You cannot."
He grinned at her. "I usually can't either."
"I'm not listening," she teased.
"Blah blah blah," he teased, making the motion with his hand.
