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He closed his eyes, drifting off quickly. *** She opened an eye to look at him, a small smile on her face. "Is that so?" *** He sighed,...
He nodded, moving over to his sleeping mat. "Don't forget to turn off the car. Goodnight." *** "No," she murmured. "Should I be?" *** He...
"It's okay," he said, a slight frown on his face, "I'll find another." *** She held his other, closing her eyes. "Good." *** "I had fun...
He nodded. "Me too. Thanks for saving me." *** "You're beautiful," she said, her tone complaining. *** "I'm having fun," he said, his eyes...
He rubbed her back slowly. "I don't mind at all. I like your company." *** She squinted. "Well why not? I can do it." *** "Perfectly sane,"...
He nodded slowly, a small grin on his face. "Thank you. I have no doubt in your braiding abilities." *** She shifted, reaching her hand toward...
He reached back to feel the braid, his eyes warm. "How does it look?" *** She chuckled lowly, running a hand through his hair idly. "But it's...
Dion didn't seem to mind, talking idly about a few adventures he had been on while she braided his hair. Blaise was lying on her side behind...
She squinted, leaning away. "I'll fight you." Dion frowned. "Hmph.. It's just because you said." Jaz took it, giving a small thanks.
She put a hand on his leg to stop him. He looked over at her thoughtfully before drinking it a bit quicker. Jaz sat by the fire, folding his legs.
"You have a kicking problem," she told him playfully. "I'm just going to drink it my way." Jaz frowned, folding his arms. "Okay.."
She looked over at him with a raised eyebrow, her expression thoughtful and curious. He frowned, looking down at the drink. "Why?" Jaz looked...
She pulled her knees to her chest, drinking and watching the fire. Dion looked over at her. "What do you mean?" Jaz frowned. "You don't have...
She rolled her eyes, taking one and offering him another. "I'll be fine." Dion looked over at her with a raised eyebrow, having his as a slower...
She pursed her lips. "I see. I am alone in this battle, then." Dion took it, giving a nod of thanks as he went to open it. Jaz scratched the...
She looked hesitant. "Are you?" Dion pursed his lips, his hands folded. "Hm.. Let's just say I feel more talkative."
He nodded, going back to the car. *** Dion leaned back. "It's been awhile since I last had alcohol." Blaise looked up. "I remember when we...
He squinted before wiping away the grease. "I'm okay." *** Dion looked over at her before getting his bed roll and laying it down. *** Blaise...
He hopped off quickly, returning to her. *** It lit up, slowly catching onto the logs. *** She returned to the side of the car, leaning...
He looked panicked for a moment as he stayed on alone. "Okay.." *** "Thanks," he said warmly, putting some wood and old papers onto the fire....
