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"A cat?" he asked curiously. "I've never seen a cat." * * * She laughed, tilting her head. "Don't wanna share a bed with me?"
"Any things you need to warn me about?" * * * "Well, you can sleep here for a few nights. Test it out."
"I need to get some supplies. Toothpicks." * * * "I could live with you," she said earnestly. "And I know you're unhappy."
"Some tea. I'd die for some more tea." * * * She laughed before pausing, sitting up and looking at him. "Why don't you?"
"Okay. What are we getting here?" * * * "As opposed to what?" she asked playfully. "Want to live with me?"
He raised an eyebrow before starting on his way. "Where to first?" * * * "Yeah, well... I'm still here."
He had that bandanna over his mouth, but gave her a smile. "Yes." * * * She sighed, watching him. "What about you? Are you okay?"
There was a knock on her door that evening. * * * She looked up at him for a moment before tilting her head. "How's it going in the house?"
(Zoop?) *** “Better,” she said, leaning back against the pillows. “I get sad when I don’t get to talk to you.” She laughed lightly, shaking her...
He gave her a small salute before heading for the door. *** She pulled away, heading back over to the bed obediently.
He nodded, standing up. "We should do that too." * * * She nodded, propping her chin on his chest. "Thank you. I'm sorry we fought."
"We can go tonight if you want." * * * "I'm okay. I want you to stay. I missed you."
"No, it's fine. If I die, though, that's your fault." * * * "About getting sick?"
He huffed before rolling his eyes. "Fine." * * * She looked up at him, frowning.
He squinted before his shoulders slumped. "I'm not allowed in," he said, tilting his head. "If they catch me in the kitchen, I'll be attacked."...
He raised an eyebrow amusedly. "Once a tribe, always a tribe," he teased. * * * She frowned, looking worried again. "I'm okay."
"Unnecessary risk. People who live in the kitchen tribes are used to avoiding humans. We are not. Besides, they kicked us out." * * * She came...
"Yes, Nas. I am a rogue. It's what we do." * * * "What?" She sat up in bed, her hair absolutely wild. She frowned before trying to stand up,...
He laughed, looking surprised. "You'd steal from the tribes?" * * * "That's because there isn't anything," she said, sounding muffled.
"I need to steal from the kitchen more often." * * * She looked over at him before flopping back down against her pillow, pulling the sheets...
