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"You will, so no worries."
"Lame."
"It's alright. Don't worry."
"I'd like to think so."
"You're no fun."
"As if that's any help."
She blinked before sighing. "Yeah. It's a hobby of mine."
"It's fun."
"Its so dull.."
She chuckled, watching him adoringly. "I'll have to take note. I'll use green for ny next painting."
"Huh."
He quieted. "Why wasn't it a bad day."
"Yeah. Last time I think it was orange."
"What do you do as a child? How to people find you normal?"
He followed her to the kitchen, folding his arms.
She groaned. "You always change it."
"Are you always working?"
He smiled gently. "That's okay."
She grinned finally, chuckling. "No, no. It is. Trust me."
"What's wrong with that?"
