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He grinned at her, taking her hand to move it from his mouth. "It's a good idea."
She glared at him playfully. "You killed me a little bit."
"Wheelchairs," he exclaimed, "a thing of the past!"
"Ferris you're killing me! Actually killing me!"
He looked thoughtful. "Robotic legs on a beanbag.."
She reached out, moving to cover his mouth playfully. "No more!"
"Beanbags don't need legs," he said. "That's silly."
She threw a washcloth at his face. "Ferriiiiis."
He raised his eyebrows. "No, a random pair I grabbed off the street."
She put her hands over her face. "Stooop..."
He laughed slightly. "Right. I need to finish working on the legs."
She groaned. "You're awful."
He nodded, looking back into the living room. "Plus we got the beanbag."
She glared at him, crossing her arms. "That's my grandmother."
He looked over at her. "Is this better?"
"I don't know," she said honestly, frowning. "Maybe?'
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Fleur took off her necklace staring at it in thought before getting up and approaching him. "This necklace belonged to my grandmother," she...
He rolled his eyes, doing the same.
She paled, tensing up slightly. "What?"
