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"Uh... I don't even know where to begin..."
"I'd win."
He hesitated, his hand resting on her shoulder. "Do you want to...?"
That night, Eli had fallen asleep. August was in his den, his lips pursed as he looked up at the ceiling of his bed.
"I'm very excited," she said distractedly, fixing the top button of his shirt. "I'm sure you'll look beautiful."
"I don't know. We don't really talk to humans."
"I might get in a fist-fight with some humans!"
He kissed her back gently, cupping her chin in his hand.
He rolled his eyes. "That's what I thought," he said, heading over to the table. August made eye contact with her for a moment before going to...
She looked up at him thoughtfully, running her fingers through his hair quietly. "Are you going to dress up for the formal?"
"So. Francis Craw. Tell me about you."
She flapped her wings, stretching tiredly. "I have scouting soon..."
He seemed confused, looking down at her thoughtfully.
"Did you? Are they edible?"
"I'm glad," she said flatly, her hand curled on his chest. "I didn't really die, though..."
"I'll try not to."
"It's a compliment," she reassured him.
He obliged, following her up the stairs.
"We can make something with this tomorrow morning," August mused, picking one up.
"Yeah, but you weren't dead. I'm trying to be compassionate here," she said, sounding slightly amused as she looked over at him. "You weren't...
