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She brightened, looking like she hadn't been expecting this. "Really?" * * * "There we go," he murmured gently. "Just like that."
He paused before standing up and stomping his feet on the floor, maintaining eye contact with her the whole time.
She sighed playfully. "Fine. But will you tell me when there is?" * * * "Of course I will."
He glowered, raising one eyebrow. "That's what I'm doing."
"But you could. What's her name?" * * * "No, you're not, sweetie. Take deep breaths."
He glanced up at her and frowned, trying to maintain his composure. "I'm... trying to not track mud in," he said slowly.
Her grin widened and she rested her head on her hand. "Who is it, Adonis?" * * * He grinned, skating backwards and pulling her out onto the ice.
He squinted down at his boots before sitting on the ground, holding his legs up in the air.
She smirked, raising an eyebrow as she considered him. "Well?" * * * He got out on to the ice, turning to her and extending his hands for her...
The pod sealed into the cargo hold and Trevor stepped up, his boots covered in mud from the nearby planet. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck...
“I would make you pursue it. Of course, this would more be over a longer period of time.” *** “I’ll probably catch you,” he amended.
(Zoop?)
She sighed, looking a little deflated. "Okay. Okay." * * * "No, you won't. I'll catch you."
It had the same texture of volcanic ash, and it fell apart under his gloved hands.
"Currently," she said, tapping her fingernail against the marble countertop. "Is there anyone you're currently interested in?" * * * "No, it's...
The blood, it seemed, had finished its reaction with being separated from its owner. It simply lay on the table.
She tilted her head, studying him carefully. "You heard me. Romantic history." * * * He shook his head, laughing slightly. "That was a joke....
He did it in the nick of time. The vial shattered, the remains of the blood drifting to the table like ash.
She considered him before a smile crossed her lips. "Adonis," she said primly, folding her hands. "What's your romantic life like?" * **...
The blood began to burn inside the vial. A white flame took over, and an inky blackness spread from the surface, changing the peaceful blue into...
