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"Maybe not," she said slowly, "but I'm interested in knowing if you're willing to tell." *** He flopped back onto the bed. "Bleghh."
She looked, seeming incredibly hesitant. "Vic.. Can I ask why..?" *** He pursed his lips. "I can."
She nodded slightly. "You sounded sad." *** "I don't know. I like things how they are."
She looked over at him. "Victor.. Are you sad?" *** He shook his head. "I don't like that."
She brightened, pleased that he would tell her. "Okay. That makes sense."
She frowned slightly. "Is it just touching?" *** He huffed. "I don't want things to change."
She did the same. "Right, but I contributed. I'm sorry it happened, is all." *** He shook his head. "They're comparable. I don't want to be...
She tilted her head slightly. "No, I just it might be more beneficial to you.. I don't know what it's like for you, but.. I don't want you to be...
She relaxed slightly, tilting her head. "Sorry about leaving the other day." *** "You just met him."
She raised her eyebrows slightly, hesitating before speaking. "So, Victor.." *** He crossed his arms, almost pouting. "I can bake."
She glanced over at him thoughtfully, her lips pursed. *** He didn't say anything for a moment, setting down the muffin. "..I'm not hungry."
She followed his instructions before nodding. "I think I got it." *** He was watching her intensely. "Why?"
She did so, her brows furrowed. *** He looked up at her suddenly. "What?"
She squinted as if trying to figure it out herself. "..Okay." *** He sighed. "Yeah.."
She came over, kneeling down as well. *** "I know, but.. I don't know him."
I've waited far too long >:^)
She tilted her head, watching him curiously. "Sort of?" *** "Hm. I dunno.."
She looked up at him, her legs crossed. "Now we do the rope?" *** He huffed. "I don't trust him.."
She braided the strips quietly, humming to herself under her breath as they both worked. *** He looked up at her. "Victor?"
"Alright," she said, taking the strips and going to sit down. "I'll start." *** He took it. "Thanks."
