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“My name is August,” he repeated, turning to look at her. “Not Egg Boy.”
(Zoop?)
She squinted at him, looking at him. “You should know I don’t give a *squee!* about the hair,” she said, raising one eyebrow. “You run your hands...
“*squee!*.”
“I would marry this coffee.”
He nodded, going over to the kitchen counter.
He offered a hand to her.
“Born ready,” she said thoughtfully, opening the door. “Let’s go dance.”
She looked over at him, grinning. “Wait, don’t actually stop.”
“You made me sad about my coffee,” she complained, resting her head on the table.
“It is August,” he informed her, glancing st her out of the corner of his eye.
“Go look for a house?”
"Yeah, you're being all cocky. I barely know you and it bugs me."
“Yeah. You ready to go?”
“I don’t like this.”
“My name is not Egg Boy.”
He smirked before sitting up, looking down at her. “Want to do something?”
“I don’t like this tomfoolery.”
She hesitated. “I won’t compliment you, but it was positively intended. You look nice.”
She scowled at him, sitting down.
