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He looked up at her. "What do you mean." *** She frowned at him.
"That doesn't matter," she said. "Just let me do it."
He laughed, the tone maybe a little sheepish. "I always over pack because I can be picky." *** "But I want to be your girlfriend."
She raised an eyebrow. "That never stopped me from cleaning before. Just let me finish up."
He sighed, getting up and going to take an outfit from them. *** "I don't like being calls a furry."
She approached holding her hand out for the mop. "Cleaning is my job."
He groaned, sitting up. "Fine." *** She crossed her arms at him.
She frowned, coming over to him. "What are you doing?"
He sighed. "Do we have to go to work?" *** She squinted at him. "I don't like that."
She huffed, going to clean the cargo room mess.
He grumbled, his eyes fluttering. *** She frowned, going to look for him.
She frowned, going to look for him in his room.
He was asleep as well, his arms around her. *** She frowned and went to the door, waiting for him to come back.
She looked around for a bit, checking some other rooms as well.
(Yoop!) *** "Unless you stop calling me a furry."
Juliet came out a bit later, all cleaned up with her hair pulled back.
He did the same, drifting off. *** She went back and put the food on plates. "I'm breaking up with you."
(Zoop or switch?)
He sighed. "I love you too." *** She frowned. "Well I can always break up with you, if that would mean I'm not a furry."
She crossed her arms at him before going to do so.
