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"I'm working on a head lamp. I think it'll work if I just make a few more adjustments." *** He sighed, relenting. "Okay, fine. You can watch."
"Hey," she said warmly, turning back to her project. "Come in." *** He laughed. "I know. But I'm gonna see what I can make."
Nascha was at her work desk, fixing up a project. She glanced back. "Come in!" *** He took her to the bed. "Sit here.. I'm going to see what...
(Yoop!) *** He nodded. "I don't think that juice was.. regular."
She returned the wave before folding her hands patiently. *** His expression seemed a bit upset, but he didn't mention it. "You're my favorite...
She nodded happily. "Alright. I'll be here." *** He seemed surprised, but hugged her back.
She laughed lowly. "Fair enough." *** He lit the kindle and went over to her. "Hm.."
"I like to think I'm the bad influence," she teased. "I'm the one suggesting dangerous adventures." *** His frown deepened. "It was Victor?...
She frowned. "Doubt me if you want." *** His eyes widened. "What? What was it?"
She rolled her eyes, looking at her hands. "And out of the people of house. I ike you best." *** He hesitated. "Are you feeling okay?"
She shook her head thoughtfully. "Nah. I'd prefer you." *** He looked back, sighing as he put logs in the fireplace. "I don't want you to be...
"Yeah! I spend more time with you than anyone else." *** He squinted, pulling away uncertainly. "I'm gonna start a fire."
She tilted her head at him. "You're, like, my best friend, Victor." *** He looked a little confused. "Okay..? I'm glad you're here too."
She tilted her head. "I always enjoy your company." *** He pulled away in surprise, taking her hands. "Yes. That is cold. So let me start a fire."
"Are you leaving?" *** "Yeah," he said, "that's why I'll start a fire."
She folded her hands warmly. "I'm glad." *** "I know," he told her. "You're shivering."
"Well.. It can be difficult at first, but I think you'll catch on quick," she said honestly. *** He still seemed a little worried. "In a...
She grinned, watching him affectionately. "I'll start coming up with things so I can help you learn to read." *** He shrugged off his sweater,...
She leaned back, looking up at the ceiling. "Thank you for breakfast." *** He stepped back. "It's okay. I'm glad your back."
"I'm aware," she said easily, pursing her lips. *** He relaxed, stepping aside. "There you are.."
