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He followed, holding the leash brightly.
"Because I'm staying here!"
She nodded, pursing her lips.
He nodded in agreement. "Yeah. It is."
He nodded. "Sounds good."
He grinned, coming to pick her up. "Hey! How are you?"
"It's something you gave me for my birthday. It's a portrait of the family."
"Yeah, kinda. It really depends on the person."
"I think it's good. Would you just rather go there instead?"
Francis was sitting at the table, eating toast.
She unhooked the necklace, opening it and offering it to him, her expression curious.
"Our communities aren't like yours. We rarely are friends with out teachers and we don't really need to teach others things unless its life...
He grinned. "You do?"
He frowned, stretching as he stood up, going to make food as he slowly recalled she was going to get Diana.
She nodded slowly, her hand grazing the locket around her neck. "Can I show you something?"
He nodded slowly, his brow furrowed in thought. "Yeah.. That makes sense."
"If not we can just get gas station coffee."
After a bit, he shifted, his eyes fluttering open. "Poppy?"
"Just making sure. Though do tell me if it begins to hurt."
He stretched his arms. "Anyways, why do pixies braid hair so much? Is there a reason?"
