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She rolled her eyes playfully, coming over to him and straightening his tie. Despite the ease of her actions, there might have been a bit of a...
They approached the train station and Ferris frowned, looking over his shoulder. "I'm not used to being out in the open this early."
She stepped outside, closing the door behind her. She wore a silvery dress that darkened around the bodice, making the train reminiscent of a...
“Ah. The Queen,” he teased, ruffling Fleur’s hair.
He would hear her call out from her room. “Abellll.... this is a bad idea....”
“Hmm... okay. Does she live alone?”
Ophelia was in her room, in her dress and zipping up the zipper along her side. She looked down at herself and groaned, leaning back against the...
“Why did you stop talking?”
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“What’s your grandmother like?” he asked, looking over his shoulder nervously.
She gave him a smile before returning to her room, closing the door behind her.
He followed her, slinging the bag over his shoulder.
"And I'm going to figure out how hammocks work. Good night, A."
He squinted at her before grabbing the bag that she made up for him. "Done."
She nodded before rolling her wrists. "Alright, then."
"Yeah. We're good to go. You ready for round two?"
She glowered at him playfully, crossing her arms. "Choose a color."
"I did, but it's only a few hours, right? So I made you some sandwiches."
He raised an eyebrow, studying her for a second before tapping under her chin. "That's alright."
She sighed, looking up at the ceiling. "Okay. Okay. Alright. I'll go tomorrow..."
