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"Why would I just say that? It's good." * * * "I don't know. I don't know what you'd do. We haven't had this big of a fight before."
"It's good," he replied, looking up at her with a smile. * * * "Because that's not how arguments work," she said stubbornly. "I thought you...
He inhaled, looking down at the tea carefully. “Hmm...” *** She squinted before moving to stand up, struggling. “We can’t have an argument and...
"It's alright. You gave me tea, I taught you something about hot water; we both learned something today," he said smugly, straightening up and...
"Well, you seemed surprised, Nas." * * * "You can, but I don't really have much."
"Boiling water has that tendency," he teased. * * * She sniffled again, squinting up at him. "What are you gonna do?"
He cupped the mug in his large hands, looking down. "It smells good." * * * She shook her head. "I'm fine."
"That's perfect. I don't have a discerning palate for teas anyway." * ** She nodded, panting slightly to catch her breath. "I'm fine," she...
"What kind of tea is it?" he asked curiously. * * * She sniffled again, but started coughing again weakly, unable to get any words out.
"Let's have tea first, but we should reflect on this. Let's start thinking of colors." * * * "Yeah, it was," she said, sounding as if she was...
"I don't know. Something. We gotta make this feel more homey." * ** "Not like this," she replied weakly, coughing into her elbow. "That was a...
"We need to paint the walls," he said decisively. * * * She sniffled, looking up at him. "I'm all sick right now. You shouldn't want to be...
He leaned against the wall, looking around curiously. * * * She coughed before talking, looking out from under her sheets again. "Why?"
"I would love some," he said, sounding like he truly meant it. * * * She sniffled, retreating under the covers again. "What are you doing...
"Fascinating. I haven't had tea since I was a kid." * * * There was a shuffling on the bed and she poked her head out weakly. "Cy...?"
He seemed surprised, tilting his head. "You have tea?" * * * She sniffled, not even looking up from her place on the bed where she had been...
"I see. I'll have to remember that." * * * (One of them has to approach the other. Do you think Dahlia's gonna be the one to do it?)
"Interesting," he said, folding his arms. "So I can command you to do anything?" * * * (Yoop!)
He squinted, crossing his arms. "A slave?" * * * (Yoop!)
He raised his hands in surrender, his eyes narrowing. "I never doubted that you were important." * * * Dahlia also sat on her bed, her knees...
