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"I haven't had much reason to."
She worked through the early hours of the morning until she got to his memory section. The gears here were highly advanced, still made with those...
He shook his head slightly, kissing her nose. "Uh uh. I don't paint."
She laughed, slightly embarrassed. "Thank you, I guess?"
"Wow. Kinda rude to say to your dinosaur's crush," she said primly.
He frowned. "Why do you ask?"
Mo's gears, luckily, would look like something she would be able to understand. She had made mice before. However, as she worked, she would...
"I do," he confirmed, kissing her forehead. "I'm just so lucky you're with me, Av. Seriously."
"Hm. You're welcome."
"I'm sorry, Warner, I don't make the rules. Look at him. He's in love with me."
"They're more familiar, at the very least."
Mo's parts glinted dully in the moonlight, but the clockworker's room was silent.
"I love your painting," he said quietly, tracing his fingers along her spine.
She laughed before reaching up and kissing him deeply, her nose brushing his.
"Incorrect," she teased, glancing back at him fondly. "Your dinosaur is madly in love with me."
"It's more savory than Elven desserts."
The lock slid firmly shut.
"It's alright," he murmured, pulling her close as he hugged her. "You can go back to sleep."
She tilted her head in a way that would feel terribly familiar. "Hm. I don't know..."
"Trust me, Warns. I've known this dinosaur for my whole afterlife."
