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She looked over at him. "Doesn't it?" * * * "I stand by that analysis."
She laughed lightly, looking down at the floor. "You barely seen me roof-running. I'm not that good."
He laughed lightly. "I guess not. I don't get the impression you know much about the city besides your own world."
-A few weeks later- Dahlia brought in the rug that had been draped over the root in the sun, lying it against the floor. She put her hands on her...
"Don't apologize," she hastened to say, her brows furrowing. "It's fine, I just... are you okay? What happened?"
He snorted as they headed down the street. "You really don't know the trading system here, do you?"
(Zoop?) * * * "I'm never wrong," he challenged smoothly, getting out the bread.
She washed her hands with a frown. “You were bleeding everywhere,” she said flatly.
“Trust me, if I could go back in time and just steal your non-important jewels, I would have.”
She gave him a quick hug before going off to get changed. *** “I don’t know. I just get a feeling.”
She looked up, throwing the trash from the cleanup away. "Hey," she said tentatively. "You okay?"
He hesitated, pursing his lips. "The jewelry out on display is never the jewelry you steal, Fleur."
"Maybe go down to the river. Start looking at cleanup efforts?" * * * "Something tells me that you don't like nut butter. Like a heathen."
She huffed before going to the bathroom, grabbing some cloth the clean the blood droplets off the floor in the hall.
He sighed, shrugging slightly. "Why does anyone steal anything?"
She finished washing the dishes before coming over to him. * * * "Nut butter and jam is a good food."
She bit her tongue before speaking, her brow furrowed. "Abel, let me help. I know how to bandage people up."
“Exactly. Don’t thank me yet, Princess. We still gotta find the thing.”
“No, thank you,” she replied playfully. *** “It sounds like you’re not a fan.”
She stood up, coming over to his door and knocking gently.
