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"Of course I will. I will look very pretty."
"Mm.. Nope. I'm not getting it."
Francis had drifted off again, his arms around a pillow.
"You're the best."
"No. I don't see how that is."
(Yoop!)
"Oh.. It's for me?"
"Precisely."
He sighed, going back onto the bed.
"I don't know how."
"I didn't want you to think that I'm crazy too."
He nodded, relaxing.
"Watching you make your daisy crown."
"Oh, yeah.. She stabbed you."
"I love you too. Stay safe."
He tilted his head. "What are you doing?"
"Just a bit, eh.. eccentric."
"Okay. I'll see you soon, alright? And I won't get upset this time."
He grinned. "That's good. I'm glad."
"It was.. okay. My mom was kind of weird."
