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He grinned happily, sitting up carefully. "Now I'm cool like you." *** He reached up with his free hand, brushing the jaw that wasn't injured....
He nodded. "It's so good, Aisling." *** He frowned, preparing to clean it. "Still." *** (Zoop?) *** "Moose is forgiven. Is Ellis sorry?"
He grinned, his eyes brightening. "I love it!" *** A frown crossed his face as he took the items and returned. "The most I can do right now is...
He turned to try and see. *** He looked outside, checking for Plaguers before getting out and going to the trunk. *** She tilted her head for...
He wiggled eagerly. "I wanna see!" *** He took her hand, his eyes wide. "Do you have a first aid kit?" *** She flushed, running a hand...
He took a breath. "Done? How is it?" *** His eyes widened and he leaned in. "You're hurt! Do you have a first aid kid?" *** She watched him...
(Yoop!) *** He looked over at her. "Why are you apologizing? It was your fault." *** She turned to him with a grin. *** "But not inside."
He frowned and went quiet, re-evaluating his decisions. *** He stopped, pulling his hand away and going quiet. He looked down. *** She stepped...
"I can ask for a break?" *** He frowned, resting a hand on her shoulder. "Lucy.." *** She grinned, taking his arm. *** "Malicious."
He blushed, but said nothing, going silent. *** His eyes widened and he looked back. "Lucy! Are you okay?" *** She returned the gaze. "I'm...
He hesitated. "All I'll ever be." *** Jaz looked around, trying not to let the panic slip through his demeanor. "Go fast." *** She looked...
(Yoop!) *** He kept right behind her, making sure she was safe. *** "It has," she admitted. "It has a proper greenhouse!" *** "Shush. Don't...
He grinned. "Okay, let's go." *** He nodded slowly, looking back at the car. "Okay. Let's go. I'll be right behind you." *** She followed...
"Yes, it is. I would like you to give me a tattoo." *** He rested his hand on her shoulder. "We'll be okay. Let's just drive by and see what's...
"But I want you to pick..." *** He scratched his chin. "Well we didn't come all this way for nothing. How many are there?" *** She flushed....
He tilted his head in interest. "A tattoo? What of?" *** Jaz squinted. "Hrm.." *** She took his hand, standing up. "I'd like that." ***...
He looked back at the mural. "You're good at it." *** He nodded, watching ahead. *** "Okay," she said warmly, taking a sip of her wine. "What...
"Well.. Your tattoos, yes. But this kind of painting, I mean. This is the first time I've seen something like this." *** He chuckled, kissing...
He pulled her close. "I didn't know you painted." *** He pursed his lips as he thought about it before flushing. "..Oh?" *** She rolled her...
He grinned. "I really like it." *** "Hm.. How do I do that?" *** "Well.. If it's anything like the other crops. Plus it's in a greenhouse....
