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She paused for a second, considering him before grinning back. "You have a lovely smile!"
She was still worried, he could tell, but she tried to hide it, fluttering her wings and resettling them against her back. "I suppose."
"What do you want to do when we get back?"
He considered her for a small moment before kissing her gently, pulling her closer to him.
"Start by smiling," she suggested.
She frowned, her fingers tracing circles against his scalp soothingly. "Hm. I don't like that they still teach destruction here... you're pretty...
He nodded, pleased. "Thanks."
He frowned before doing so, looking down at her. "Like this?"
"Being a member of the mafia will do that to you, I suppose."
"If I'm wrong, prove it."
She grinned, sitting up and looking down at him, brushing a hand through his hair. Her blonde hair was almost white in the early morning sun, with...
"It reminds me of my family, and I really don't want to think about them right now."
He looked at her in confusion before trying to put his hands on her shoulders as well.
She rested her head against his chest comfortably, listening to his heart. "Do you miss being alive?"
"You shouldn't be. It's just a truth."
She laughed lightly, her mouth finding his and her hand coming up to cup his neck. "It's going to be a good day."
"Ew. Don't call me that," he said with a huff, draping an arm over her shoulder.
"Can you show me?" he asked curiously.
She laughed slightly, offering him the bottle.
"You seem like you are," she said easily. "I mean, you literally kill people for a living."
