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"I want to," he said, taking it.
Her feet were cold, and she got as close to him as she could, her nose brushing his neck.
"Honestly, you're probably right at this point. I'm in Dead Man's Land now."
He chuckled, pulling her close. "Hush."
He looked up with a frown. "The mouse was-" He paused, looking at the book in her hands. "What are you doing?"
He looked down at her for a moment before nodding. "Okay."
Later that night, Poppy was asleep next to Francis, curled up against his chest.
"Ha! You didn't deny that I'm your best friend!"
"That is me, yes."
It was not something she would necessarily be able to understand. At that moment, Mr. Pemberly exited the workshop, closing his door behind him.
"Much. Thank you."
(zoop?)
"I know. You also have a nickname bestowed upon you by your best friend."
He squinted at her. "It's true."
It was hard to tell what it was. It looked like a series of intercrossing lines.
He kissed the top of her head, brushing his fingers through her hair.
She smiled again before going to clean up.
"Well, no, but I didn't try, and I wasn't picked up by a big demon man and dropped to my death."
He grinned, leaning back. "Oh, really?"
The writing was almost undecipherable, looking like it was written in an unintelligible language. There was a piece of paper that slipped out,...
