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"Okay," she said softly, starting towards her apartment.
"Reject me, Abel," he teased, trying to do a playful impression.
She looked back as well. "Do you want to bring anything? Just in case?'
They went inside and he walked towards the stairs. "I did. It was nothing like me."
"We can go to my place," she said, her brows furrowed. "It's not far from here."
He shook his head slowly. "No, I refuse to believe it."
She rolled her eyes, offering her hand to help him up. "I know I can leave. But you're coming with, because I don't want you to get hurt by them...
His expression soured and he huffed playfully. "That was a bad impression."
She squinted, not replying for a moment before dropping her hands. "I cast a spell that will temporarily improve the strength of you legs. I told...
He raised an eyebrow. "Because I'll be thinking of you? That's a weird scenario to come up with."
She frowned, shifting towards his legs as she began to conjure up a spell. "I am concerned."
"Hm," he murmured, "yeah, I guess that is true."
"I'm serious, Ferris," she said intently, "there has to be a way. What if I supported you?"
He laughed, raising an eyebrow at her. "How is it fitting?"
"I've listened to your instructions up until now. Ferris, I can't just leave you."
"Hm.. I guess. We might as well check it out."
"What?" she said, obviously struck by this. "Absolutely not. I'm not going to let them just come here and take you. Why don't you come with me?"
"It just doesn't seem like they'd have a very wide selection," he said with a shrug, starting that way.
Her frown deepened as she looked over him. "I don't want to leave you like this."
He hesitated as he opened the door. "Where is the furniture store again?"
