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"I'll chug them both instantly."
"Wait, really?!"
"I was happy when I was awake," she recalled thoughtfully.
"I'll get two hot chocolates."
"I make really good oatmeal."
"The main ones? Like what? What did I feel today?"
"I see."
"I like to make my own oatmeal."
She rested her head against his chest thoughtfully. "Sariel? How much of my emotions do you feel?"
“Don’t you want orange juice?”
“I don’t like this.”
She looked over at him before slipping in next to him, curling up easily.
“I don’t even like orange juice,” he confided quietly.
He glowered at her for a moment, his bright eyes narrowing, before he turned and went and sat at the table.
She laid down next to him, yawning slightly. "Ugh. I've slept all day today."
"So take that."
"Are you seriously not letting me help?"
She exhaled slowly before brushing her fingers through his hair. "That's fair. Scoot over."
"I will get TWO orange juices and TWO sandwiches."
He flushed. "...what?"
