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"Seriously?"
"I'm a very important girl," she teased, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Emerson's back was to her as he finished the man, standing up and brushing the dirt from his hands, straightening his shirt before looking over...
His flush was immediate and deep and he looked over at her in surprise. "But... I thought that was only like a once a year thing."
She frowned, tilting her head. "I have work to do."
He sniffed her cheek for a moment, his eyes wild and crazy with Plague. "I'm glad you came," he murmured, slamming her head down into the earth....
"What about it?" he asked, clearly embarrassed.
He blinked for a moment before a slight flush crossed his cheek. "I, uh... yes. I remember."
She paused, watching him reluctantly. "I would love to make out with you right now."
They would happen upon her almost faster than she would know what was happening. It was never safe in these woods; Emerson's clan had been made...
He looked bewildered, tilting his head slightly. "Do you not want me to kiss you?"
She rolled her eyes before standing.
Emerson's gait was powerful and sure, and his frosty blue eyes scanned the forest floor as he walked, muttering to himself.
He looked down at her with a frown, pulling out from under the ship. "We kiss a lot all the time."
"I'm gonna stand up, okay?"
(Zoop?)
“Well, I can wait outside the door and talk to you, if you want...?”
She frowned, shaking her head. “None of that.”
She frowned at him, equally observant, before turning and heading back to an old motorbike. She pulled two wires together and the engine roared to...
“You’re not alone,” he exclaimed, “you have me!”
