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"I'm not sad."
She offered the paint to him. "Face paint?"
Francis was asleep, his arms around Poppy.
He came back after, coffee in hand.
"I'm glad.."
"You're so lovely! Would you like to do me? As in the face paint?"
(Next mornoop?)
He went to get his coffee.
"I am not."
She laughed brightly, leaning back.
He pulled her close before lying back.
He nodded, standing up. "Yep. No worries."
"Nothing. You just have an interesting taste."
She nodded, watching him, her expression almost loving. "Yeah."
He flushed. "I love you."
"Yeah. I can get it."
"Hm.."
She pulled away after a moment, grinning with a small flush.
He nodded, pursing his lips.
"Alright."
