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"Alyona. He was saying it over and over again."
"You look great," she said appreciatively, going back to painting.
He was frowning but looked up at her, squinting. "Alyona. That's what I heard. Over and over again."
"I lied," she replied playfully, getting off him.
"Well... after years and years of dealing with this, I began to find a way to change it. Not make it better, not even make it bearable, but... I...
She was holding the brush right by his face before she tapped it just under his nose, making a mustache. "That was a warning," she told him.
He frowned, letting the water run over his hands. "When I first met Romero, I had to grow used to his mind-melding. It's... it's a terrible...
"A face as handsome as yours?" she teased. "I would never."
She leaned down, a devilish smile on her face. "And you do realize what I have to do now, right?"
He frowned, looking down at the water. "Something... hm.. something was weird this time."
She was laughing deeply, holding the paintbrush in her hand. "You realize that this is your own fault, right?"
He glanced up. His eyes were darker than usual, his face closed off from the tiredness. He fell silent for a moment, watching her. "You might...
She squinted, flinging paint at him and running at him, intending to tackle him.
He rubbed his temple, looking over at her. "But I might be around. I'd love to see it if I am."
"Oh my God, it totally does!" she exclaimed, charging at him with the paintbrush.
"Probably," he said, not noticing her expression. "They're going to be looking for me here. If they find me, they can break me."
She raised her hands in exasperation. "You actually murdered someone!"
He hesitated, looking out the window again. "I might be long gone by then, Princess."
"Yeah, I plan a lot of things! But you can't arrest me for murder just because I scheme!"
