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He looked back hesitantly, seeming quite unsure of himself. He continued, however, returning to his room.
She tilted her head. "Oh, an ultimatum. Alright, then."
He nodded, heading back. "Goodnight."
She shrugged slightly. "Well we're dating."
He rested his hands on his hips. "I think that'll do."
She looked up at him, crossing her arms thoughtfully. "Will you be my boyfriend?"
"Bay-zul," he told her, moving the bedding. "But yes, like the plant."
"I'm not deciding. We can both decide."
"Basel Tremont," he said. "At your service."
He nodded. "See you tomorrow." *** "Why do I have to decide?"
He squinted at her, going over to it and taking a pillow. "Let's move it."
Adonis stepped out in front of his apartment. "Thank you for the ride." *** "Hm.. Very well, then."
He looked over at it with a small frown. "You don't have to sleep in it. I can move the bedding somewhere else."
(Zoop?) *** She smirked, raising an eyebrow at him. "After how many dates are you my boyfriend?"
He sighed lowly, starting out and leading her to the cargo hold, where Juliet had set everything out.
He pursed his lips. "Alright. Thank you." *** She looked up at him with a smile. "Yes. It's just fun to say out loud."
Basel looked up, standing and approaching her. "I can take you to where you'll be staying."
He tilted his head at her. "Are you sure?" *** She flushed slightly. "We're dating."
He frowned, shrugging. "You can try. I, however, think it's a bad idea."
He hesitated, going to the door. "I can walk home." *** "Redvines. But I'm buying the snacks."
