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"It's not your fault," he said kindly. "Don't fret." * * * Gwen was standing there, jumping in place to keep herself warm and wearing a zip-up...
Anya was asleep on the couch, a blanket over her body. She slept peacefully as they entered. Derek cast a glance at Anya before looking back at...
"Right. I lost it all." * * * There came a knock on his door a day later.
They approached the lab and Derek opened the door.
"I need to go gather some painting supplies and get a bag ready. I lost it yesterday..." * * * (Zoop?)
"He keeps weird hours," Derek commented.
"Well, I'm staying home," he said. "But I just gotta do some stuff..." * * * She returned the wave before sliding out of the car and leaving.
Derek was frowning, tilting his head. "Return it to Basel, I guess...?"
He finished cleaning up and looked over at her. "I gotta get some work done... is that okay?" * * * She laughed, opening the car door. "See...
It purred sleepily, sitting comfortably in her arms.
"Wow. Psychic abilities are so freeing." * * * They stopped and she looked over at him for a moment before leaning over and giving him a small...
The creature looked up, blinking sleepily.
Derek squinted, standing cautiously. "What do we... do?"
“And you’re not offended because you knew I’d say that, right?” *** She gave him a smile as they approached her apartment. “Thank you for...
The clatter grew louder before the creature brought by Trevor popped out, landing nimbly on his paws.
He huffed, sliding off the counter. “You’re terrible.” *** She looked over before giving a smile. “Of course.”
There came a clatter you ahead, and Derek put his arm out warily.
“There are no predictions if you’re psychic. There are only certainties.” *** She was shivering from the cold, looking out the window, but she...
He nodded, turning and heading down.
She took his hand and squeezed it gently before walking over to the passenger door, opening it and getting in.
