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He frowned. "They're insane."
She turned away, covering her eyes.
He raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm not quite used to them. They're dangerous."
She looked thoughtfully, pointing to the button. "I think you'd like nice in that one."
"Is this a regular run? Or one of your runs?"
She watched him thoughtfully. "I took your word."
He frowned uncertainly. "I could."
She rolled her eyes. "You said you didn't mind."
He tilted his head. "Okay.. Be careful when you go out."
She grinned. "That's good, cause it was comfortable."
He frowned slightly, but did so.
She looked over at him. "Sorry for sleeping on your arm."
He looked up at her. "I can help with that."
She looked around as well, laying on her back. "I didn't peg you for the type to unnerved by paintings."
He sat up, taking it carefully. "Thank you, O."
She nodded, resting her head on her hand. "Yeah. Did you?"
His eyes fluttered open, and he looked up. "Hm..?"
She frowned slightly. "Are.. you okay?"
He shifted, muttering something.
Fleur awoke soon after, reaching up and rubbing her eyes before looking around sleepily, realizing she was on his arm and seeing his expression....
