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He looked down at her. "You would?" *** She glared at him from afar. "That's cheating!"
He sighed gently. "It's alright. You don't have to apologize." *** She yelped, retreating back.
He was quiet as well, rather enjoying the moment. *** She went to the sink before splashing water at him.
He grinned, stepping closer and slowly leading. *** She gasped, looking up at him in betrayal.
He looked up before returning his gaze to her and offering his hand. "Care to dance?" *** "So rude!"
He tilted his head slightly. "Thank you." *** "Very rude."
He watched her quietly. *** "You're so mean. I invited you to dinner and everything."
He frowned, showing her his arm. *** "You said!"
He hesitated, looking down at his arm. "It's too big to fit a regular sized.. I'd just be closing it." *** "I was joking. Plus you said you...
He watched her, maybe a bit nervously. "Do you any bandaids for the one on my arm?" *** "You know me so well," she teased, getting up when she...
He nodded, going into her bathroom and closing the door. *** "Yes, I am."
He seemed protective of his wounds, handling them himself. "There were some people outside." *** "I can. Thank you."
He nodded, coming in. "I'm alright." *** "The best."
"I apologize for returning so soon," he said politely. "I was wondering if I could use your bathroom to clean these cuts a bit." *** She nodded....
He huffed, touching his cheek before going back to Beck's apartment with a frown. *** She rolled her eyes. "I helped after."
He succeeded. This seemed to make him angrier as he grabbed his arm and gave him a shock.
He raised his arm, his arm getting cut as he dodged the punch. He threw one back, his eyes sharp. *** "We were making spaghetti."
"That's a small knife," he commented. "I wonder if it's reflecting anything else of yours." *** "It was after hours!"
His eyes narrowed as he stepped closer. "Let go of her." *** She laughed aloud. "Totally."
He frowned. "I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to her." *** "Yup."
