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"How have you been?" he asked, tilting his head. *** She rolled her eyes. "Just acquaintances?"
"I was busy sometimes. Other times I couldn't find you." *** She grinned. "It's settled then."
He grunted as he fell, but laughed. "I've missed you!" *** "No. I'll pick one for you and you pick a different one for me. I shall call you.. V...
He looked up, brightening. "Dahlia!" *** "Not hook."
He looked up with frown, not making an moves yet. *** "I've never been good with nicknames," she admitted.
He looked around, frowning. *** 'We are."
Osiris had gone out to look for her today, stepping outside cautiously. *** "You could use my name."
(Yoop!) *** She looked up at him. "That's an awful nickname."
He watched her go, frowning slightly. *** She went to collect as well, looking around.
He nodded, stepping back for her to go. *** She stopped, undoing the hook and offering it back to him.
He pulled away to look at her. "I'll visit you." *** She glanced back. "Tell me when to stop."
He was quiet for a moment before starting to laugh quietly. "A handshake?" *** She nodded, doing as he instructed.
He looked down at her hand in confusion before stepping forward and hugging her. *** She took it. "I do. It's nice."
He dropped his arms, watching her as he took another cautionary step. "Okay." *** She grinned. "Perfect."
He sighed. "Do you want help with your bag?" *** "So how to do you get them?" she asked, looking up.
He crossed his arms. "..I know." *** She didn't say anything, following him.
He didn't say anything, his expression hard to read. *** She hesitated. "..No?"
He stepped back, a frown on his face. "What? So this is it, then?" *** She nodded slowly. "That's more reassuring."
"What do you mean 'goodbye'? We can still see eachother." *** "Nettle pods?" she asked. "Like the stinging nettles? I see."
He hesitated. "What about the rogues..?" *** "Maybe not as well as you, but well enough."
