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He was standing there, and he looked up hopefully. "Hi." * * * She was tangled up with him, her arms and legs around him.
He knocked on her door a while later. ** * (Yoop!)
(Zoop?) * * * She fell asleep soon afterwards.
The flowers were tiny baby's breath, little flowers that matched the aura of the room. * * * She shifted comfortably, her hands over his....
The bag was heavy with food. When she opened it, she would see a small bundle of flowers. * * * She was quiet before looking at him. "Can you...
He nodded, turning and leaving without another word. * * * He would hear her shuffle for a moment before she spoke quietly. "...Cy?"
"I'm surprised. Well... here." He offered her the bag. "Eat the breakfast. I gotta run some errands and I'll be back in a bit." * * * "No, it...
He seemed hesitant. “Do you want me to stay?” *** She pulled away, frowning. “Sorry.”
He looked over his shoulder. “I wasn’t planning to. I feel like I’ve intruded quite a bit lately.” *** She frowned at his response, tilting...
“I just came to drop off breakfast for you.” *** She watched him before kissing the tip of his nose gently.
“Hey. Are you feeling okay?” *** She watched him before resting her head against his forehead. “I’m sorry.”
Victor was standing there, and looked up when she opened the door. "Hi." * * * "Okay. Do you want me to eat now?"
There was a knock on her door the next day. * * * She watched him earnestly, tilting her head. "Like what?"
(Zoop?) * * * She considered him for a moment before her hands came up to cup his jaw gently. "I am willing to change," she told him. "If it...
He left, closing the door behind him. * * * She looked up at him, her brow furrowed. "What can I do to make you worry less?"
He gave her a small smile. "Get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow." * * * She looked over at him for a moment before scooting over, wrapping...
He frowned. “Are you uncomfortable?” *** She sighed before scooting over to him. “Let’s just lie here.”
He nodded, ruffling her hair. “What?” *** “It’s your house too, Cy. Let’s just go to bed.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Sleep. I’ll leave.” *** She didn’t reply, going over to the bed and sitting on it, crossing her arms and looking down at...
“Yes. When people get attacked by cats, they’re prisoners.” *** “You’re always worried,” she muttered, taking the cake out. It didn’t look bad,...
