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"Your reminder doesn't need a reminder," she replied. * * * He looked down and declined the call.
Derek was also exploring the Trading Site, looking through a used bookstore.
He would hear her laugh from the bathroom. "I'm well aware," she replied. "I manage your schedule for you, or have you been gone for so long...
(Switch?)
She leaned over the countertop quickly applying her mascara and her lipstick before zipping up her bag. * * * He watched her leave, tilting his...
He nodded, looking relieved. "Good. Go sleep."
She returned to the bathroom, shaking her head. * * * He hesitated. "I never promise furries anything."
"She knows that. Come on, Jules, let me do something nice."
She rolled her eyes, before speaking. "Two can play at that game, you know." * * * "Don't worry. I won't say it."
"Juliet, I will tell Stephanie that you got drunk last night. I'll do it."
She huffed slightly, crossing her arms. "My eyelash curler," she said primly. * * * He patted her head gently. "It's okay, my sweet furry."
"Nah, I'm basically done."
She squinted, looking through her bag before coming out to the bedroom. "Lev, have you seen my..." She paused, looking over at him, pursing her...
He sighed, looking softer than she had seen him recently. "Please, Jules? Let me do this."
She brushed through her hair, rubbing the back of her neck tiredly. After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she pulled down a small makeup...
"Go sleep, drunky."
She raised an eyebrow before heading into the bathroom, leaving the door open. * * * He turned the corner.
He squinted before beginning to gently nudge her out.
"Just... you're cute, you know?" * * * He stood up, dusting himself off before heading down the hallway.
He waved the broom at her threateningly. "I'll knock you out."
