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She glanced at him, her voice rather gentle. "Are you okay?"
"Maybe, but not about this."
She grinned. "You're cute. Does it make it feel any better?"
"Do you see how small this text is?"
"We have to stamp it. Press hard and leave it there."
She quieted before slowly scooting to sit on the edge next to him.
"It's true!"
(Once they get back home?)
"For life? Are you the acting director?"
Avice smiled slightly. "Good job."
She blinked, sitting back with obvious surprise as her hands were still held up. She dropped the towel, stuttering for a moment. "I-I'm sorry.."
"I am not!"
(Yoop!)
Francis looked up at Owen. "Are you serious?"
Avice let her take the holder of the candle, making certain she didn't burn herself.
She kissed the back of his neck gently. "Are you alright?"
"Nice."
"Sure."
He would be able to sense her hesitance, pausing before taking the towel and gently starting to dry his hair.
"You smell fine."
