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He glanced down and frowned, looking back up at her. "Yeah. I look a little rough."
"Thank you for helping me," she said eagerly, still dancing on her feet. "You're the best."
"Yes, I do," he replied. She would notice his hand on his side. He tilted his head. "I don't think you understand how comfortable that bed is, Fleur."
She was so excited, bouncing on her heels and tugging on his arm like a little kid as they set down the last piece of furniture. "This is going...
His frown deepened and he considered her before looking out the window. "I was going to go find food and bring it back," he said, looking like...
She grinned before going deeper into the store. (Zoop...?)
Ferris came out of the room at almost the exact same time, shutting the door quietly. He paused when he saw her, frowning.
"Have faith, Abel," she said brightly.
The night passed without incident.
"It has to exist, right?"
(Zoop?)
"But it has to be classy. Tasteful, you know?"
He relaxed, watching her trustingly. "Goodnight, Princess."
"We'll know it when we see it," she said cheerfully.
He hesitated, looking conflicted. "It might be a good idea to lock the door tonight," he told her. "I don't know how much Romero saw."
"It needs to be tasteful, though."
He took them, still looking nervous. "Does your bedroom door have a lock?"
She turned to him so suddenly that she could have fallen. "That's what I was thinking!"
He opened the door, ducking his head out. He looked much better, his brown hair dripping with water, but she would see his eyes were dark and...
She moved into the store, brushing her hands against chairs thoughtfully.
