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He laughed, getting back to the notes.
She blushed, waving her off. "He's not my boyfriend.. And don't worry. I'm sure breakfast will be wonderful."
He grinned, watching her fondly. "Alright. Good. I'll have to figure this out. "
"It's only the morning," she said gently, following her. "What's wrong?'
He shrugged hesitantly. "It's destruction of property."
Fleur looked over with a frown. "She's doing fine.. Why don't I start some tea?"
"I'm figuring out what to do next. You might not like it, but I think we need to destroy the bots that are being manufactured."
"Thank you, Бабушка. Do you need any help with breakfast?"
Abel was in the planning room, looking at his notes.
Fleur came down. Her hair was tied in a loose ponytail that fell over her shoulder and she wore a dark blue summer dress. "Is everything alright?"
(Yoop!)
He watched her thoughtfully, tilting his head. Once he couldn't see her, he got back to work.
She waited outside his door for a moment, looking incredibly uncertain before going to her room to get changed.
He looked back at her and nodded. "I'll be here."
She nodded, heading out.
He nodded, standing up and going to wash the plate.
She uncovered her eyes, observing him thoughtfully before getting up as well, heading to the door. "I'm gonna go get dressed. See you soon."
He nodded slowly. "Okay, be careful."
She kept her eyes covered, waiting for him.
