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She went to hers and took off her dress, quickly changing into her pajamas which was really just one of Abel's old shirts that he had lent her and...
He laughed slightly. "I've gotten to be pretty intuitive, I think," he said, shrugging as he took down another painting. "I generally know what...
She followed, yawning sleepily. "Let's go change and meet back in the living room in 5 minutes?" she proposed.
"I can't read your thoughts," he said after a moment's pause. "You truly perplex me, Fleur."
She took it and stepped out of the car, her train following her and landing softly on the ground behind her.
He laughed lightly, shaking his head. "What's on your mind?"
"It depends," she said sleepily as they pulled up to the bunker. "Let's watch something classic."
"Don't laugh," he chided. "This place is definitely haunted."
She yawned, tilting her head back to look at him. "What movie are we gonna watch?"
Some of the paintings had been taken down and respectfully turned to face away from the room.
She looked out the window, watching the scenery pass. "I can't wait to change," she murmured quietly.
He looked over at her, tilting his head. "You're wonderful. Would you?"
She settled back against him again. "We're a good team," she said sleepily.
He still seemed troubled, looking over his shoulder. "I also... I don't know. I'm not used to it being so silent. I'm used to people, you know?"
"Did you hear that whole thing about being bored? That was my best lying ever."
"I know. I'm sorry. But they looked so irritated with me and frankly, I'm pretty done with that."
She was quiet before she started laughing lightly, sitting up straight. "I was really good, Abel!"
His eyes widened slightly and he looked regretful. "Oh, *squee!*. Sorry, Fleur. I just..." He looked over his shoulder before sighing. "I just...
She closed her eyes. "Me too," she murmured. "It'll be nice to be home."
He panicked a little, leaning the painting against the wall and going over, opening the door a crack and sticking his head out. "Yes...?"
