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He squinted, moving to wipe it off. "Hmph."
She frowned, turning to face his direction completely.
"You said you wouldn't do the face!"
She frowned. "But what was different this time?"
He flushed slightly, opening one eye hesitantly. "Do you have to do."
She looked back at him. "What was it?"
He closed his eyes, as if preparing. "Don't paint my face."
He squinted up at her. "I know."
She nodded slightly. "Okay."
He wasn't able to move out of the way in time, and she tackled him to his surprise.
"It's probably better if you get somewhere safe," she said with a small frown, her tone sad as she tried to conceal it.
He tried to dodge, moving away.
She sighed slowly, uncertain as to why this news made her so sad. "I should have expected that."
He waved her off. "Doesn't count."
She quieted, looking over at him. "You're going to leave..?"
"I can charge you for scheming to murder, probably."
She noticed, backing off. "That makes sense. You know, I think I'm going back to the theater next week. You could come one night."
"But it was your original plan," he said stubbornly. "We're both guilty."
She gave him a small smile. "What about you?"
He held his brush defensively. "You were gonna do it first!"
