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"I don't have that many hands. I have to work sometimes." *** She she burst out laughing, doing anything she could to get away, mostly kicking...
He rolled his eyes, continuing to work. "I use my hands to work." She fought with her other hand, pushing his away.
"Why are you looking at me like that? I use my hands." She reached over, trying to pry his hands away.
"Keeping the sun out of my eyes," he told her matter-of-factly. She gasped, trying to pull away. "No!"
"Even if I didn't I would still wear it," he replied indignantly. "It is helpful." *** She scooted away as far as she could, squinting at him....
"Thanks, I think." *** "I will. You will get hurt."
He returned the look with a raised eyebrow. "You think so?" *** "If you tickle me I'll kill you."
He opened his eyes in surprise, looking down.
"I don't think I agree." *** "Fine. So what if I am?"
"It's nice."
"And that's it. Wow.' *** She squinted. "No.."
He couldn't help but grin. "What's this?"
"Wow. Anything else?" *** She looked at him, her expression becoming wary. "What?"
He did so, covering his eyes.
"Would there even be arm holes?" *** Jaz said nothing more, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. *** Blaise looked out of the window,...
"Yeah. That'll work."
"I'm just afraid of what it might be," he explained. *** He gave a short nod. "Yeah. It's alright."
He tilted his head. "Okay, let's do that, then."
He grinned at her. "Only if it's decently fashionable." *** He looked back, his brows furrowed slightly. "I don't mind, really. I wouldn't...
His gaze was adoring. "I don't have powers like you."
