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He grinned. "Bap."
"I refuse to believe."
"I dunno. I'm dying."
"What are you doing this time?"
He smiled slightly.
"No way."
She groaned. "Comfort me in this time of suffering and defeat."
"Are you.. all work no play again?"
Francis held him close, rather uncertain.
He flushed. "..Still cute."
"So in the end, I didn't really win."
"I'm sorry. I didn't know that would happen. I didn't mean for any pain."
He brushed his hair gently, saying nothing.
"You have faith in my cooking. That's cute!"
"Cause I won the contest."
She seemed concerned, tilting her head. "I apologize.. I didn't think anything bad could come of what happened."
He watched him, his brows furrowed as he sat down with a heavy sigh.
"That's adorable."
She nodded. "Oh yeah."
She slowly came upon realization. "What happened? What was that? Are you alright?"
