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She gave him a small, playful smile. "You don't have to do that."
Eventually the got home, bringing back all the things they needed.
She stopped as well, pulling out her earbuds with her head tilted slightly. "You're up early."
He nodded. "You're right."
Fleur woke early, going out into the living room. She put in earphones, going to stretch.
"Probably. But is it going to be here?"
(Yoop!)
"A classy and tasteful beanbag.. Uh huh."
She gave him a small smile before heading into her room, shutting the door behind her.
"Hm," he murmured. "That works for me."
She nodded slowly. "Okay. I will.. Goodnight."
He squinted in thought. "What would make it tasteful?"
Her brows furrowed. "Yes..? So does yours."
He laughed in surprise. "Really? Glad we're on the same track."
She offered him the clothes. "You're welcome."
He followed her, pursing his lips. "We should get a bean bag."
She set down the spare clothes she had outside his door. "Your shirt was kind of bloody, last time I checked," she said lightheartedly, "so I...
"And lights," he added finally, recounting the list. "Let's start looking."
There was a small knock on his door short after he had gotten out.
"And a hammock and blankets?"
