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"Or is it because I saved you from smacking your face against the ice?" he inquired, pulling her forward.
"Yes, but it's going to stay dirty in there. I have to leave again in a couple minutes."
He flushed, looking over at her in surprise. "What was that for?"
He looked over his shoulder. "Juliet, you don't have to."
He grinned at her before pulling her along. "Let's try again."
He nodded, satisfied. "Thank you."
He supported her, offering an arm. "Good?"
"Yes. You're ruining the joke now by being nice," he replied flatly.
He sat up. "Again?"
He squinted as he stood up. "Fine. Pass me the mop."
He laughed, waving her off. "Don't worry."
"Well, now I feel badly," he said flatly.
She frowned but nodded slightly. "Okay. If you say so." * * * He blinked up at her dazedly. "Hm. Yes. I think so."
"No, it's alright," he said with a brow raised.
She watched him leave before speaking up. "Wait, wait. Don't you need a ride?" * * * His eyes widened and he pulled her forward, slipping as...
He took off his boots and looked around before starting to sweep up the dried mud with his hand.
"For tonight, yeah. I'll see you later." * * * "Too late. I'm excited."
“Hm. Well, we’ll see shorty. I tried to be nice, but you chose to insult my efforts,” he replied, leaning down to untie the boots.
This seemed to make her truly happy and she nodded. “Alright, then.” *** He eyed her. “wow. Getting cocky.”
He smirked, raising an eyebrow. "With boots like these, you think I care?"
