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"Then you will never be happy."
She kissed his cheek before slipping out of bed, her wings fluttering to give her balance.
"But -and be honest with me, Av- do I have an eel in my hair?"
"So... so you can't say I'm amazing," he said, sounding a little panicked. "I didn't do anything."
She paused, looking down at them, her smile dropping from her lips. There was a soft silence as she traced them gently with her pointer, being...
"Yeah. Skipping."
She looked down at him and her face softened. "It's not your fault, Bug," she said gently. "Come on. Let's get up."
They arrived back at the house and Tuck ran a free hand through his wet hair. "I look gross, don't I?"
He blinked in surprise and a small flush crossed the bridge of his nose. "We haven't even had the pancakes yet," he said helplessly.
"That didn't end up so well for you, though," she teased, reaching up and hooking her pinkie in the collar of his shirt and pulling the fabric...
"Your next step is skipping."
"God knows pixies need it," she said bitterly. "No one else is going to protect us."
He frowned, kissing the top of her head. "I'm sure it is."
He considered her, one brow raised. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
She shook her head, looking over at him. "Yes, really. A damn narc."
"Yeah, you really do."
She nodded thoughtfully. "Maybe, yeah."
He frowned, looking over at her. "Why'd they go to the doctor?"
He pulled away slightly, looking down at her. "Like that?"
"I see. You were a narc," she teased, taking the bottle from him and taking a drink.
