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"You were distracted," he said, rubbing her back. "It's okay."
She woke slowly, shifting tiredly, turning her face into his neck.
"I like you when you're you. Not a damsel in distress."
"That's a good idea. Can you draw?"
"We can make another one," he reassured her, coming over to it. "It's not that bad."
She was asleep next to him a while later, her head on his chest, her fingers curled against his neck.
"Your grin is disarming, but I'm sticking to my guns."
"I was a bad artist," he said, wrinkling his nose in disappointment.
He blinked, turning to look at it. It was smoking slightly.
(Zoop?)
"Nope. Not going to work."
"Over the years," he said, craning his head back to look at them before gesturing to a rough scrawl on the walls. It looked to be like a frog, and...
"Just to maintain the peace," he said, kissing her forehead.
She paused, brushing her finger along his hairline, going down to cup his chin before she kissed him again, pulling him down to her.
"You're kinda spoiling the facade here."
"I like it," he said thoughtfully, looking around. "But I might be biased."
He nodded, considering her again. "Okay. So, he doesn't find out."
She paused for a moment, considering him. "This is just as friends, okay?" she asked quietly, as if clarifying. "We're just two friends who kiss...
"Yes, you did."
Under the bridge, vibrant green moss grew along the rocks, with delicate lilies growing from the water. Old drawings were on the underside of the...
