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He grinned. "How many fit?"
Her eyes fluttered open. "It hasn't? I wasn't to sure what you dressed like before.. It could easily have been super fancy."
He sat up, feeling slowly.
She sighed, resting her head on her hand and closing her eyes.
(Short zoop?)
He relaxed, sighing gently.
"Sounds good. I'll be here."
He eventually drifted off, keeping comfortably close.
He grinned, doing as she instructed carefully.
She nodded quietly, yawning. "Of course."
He sighed, closing his eyes.
"Yes."
"Mostly I hear it under your breath, or I have to ask to hear. It's really, really good, though."
He scooted closer, wrapping his arms around her.
"I see..."
"You are. But you're true talent would have to be singing. You have the best voice."
"It's okay. We're fixing it."
"..How many braids could you put in my hair?"
"Psh. I think you're good.. in your own unique way. You're better at slow dancing."
"You don't have to apologize. It was me."
