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"Nah, I'm going to build it myself."
"Yup. Eventually, you'll build up enough momentum."
Her scowl returned and she sniffed delicately. "You'd think that after 10 years of working in labs, my opinion would be taken seriously, but the...
He shifted to kiss her jaw slowly, pulling her up. "When is Nat supposed to bring back the kids?"
"I just have to learn how to build a house. It'll be good."
“There you go.”
She looked up, her goggles making indents in her skin. Her expression brightened when she saw him. "Francis! Hi!"
He kissed her forehead. "Love you."
"I want to, dummy."
He laughed, pushing her again. "I'm glad. Try and pump your legs."
When he arrived at the lab, he would see Poppy at her table, talking to a colleague. She looked annoyed, drumming her fingers on her lab book with...
"That's not helping."
"Well, I'll make it near the school," she teased, brushing her fingers along the spines of the books as she walked.
He laughed, raising an eyebrow. "Really?"
(Zoop?)
"You're not taking this as you should."
"Nope," she said, beginning to walk down the aisle. "You were nice to me and you saved me from the Leftovers. You deserve to have a house built...
He began to push her, the swing set squeaking.
She gave him a grin before leaving, closing the door behind her.
"Ever."
