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She laughed slightly, scooting over to him and kissing his jaw, her free hand cupping the other side. "Goofus."
"How do you write?" she asked, gesturing out with her hands. "My sister once put acrylic nails on me, and I couldn't function properly until she...
He looked down at the floor, shaking his head slightly. "I... I had no idea. She told me you were a really bad guy." Knox huffed, shaking his...
"Gosh. Impatient, aren't we?"
He squinted at her for a moment. "I gotta be honest with you," he said after a moment, cleaning his whiskers. "I don't remember his name." The...
"Cutesy behavior doesn't suit you, Craw," she said, glancing up at him and raising an eyebrow.
She looked at the claws for a moment. "I mean, I know my name. I know who my family is. But I didn't even know I was dead until about ten minutes...
"So... she lied?" Jack was sitting across from Knox, his brows furrowed, his fingers tight around the drink Knox had given him. Knox nodded...
He raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of the coffee. "Why are you staring?"
He tilted his head slightly, his large ears swiveling towards her.
"Shut up," she grumbled, not meeting his gaze and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
She turned to look at him, raising one eyebrow. "Nope. I just woke up." She pointed at Warner with her thumb. "Then Warner flew in with his...
Hours passed, and Jack wandered, ignoring the swirling thoughts in his head. He eventually found a market, his hands in his pocket and his head...
"I won't eat if you won't eat," he said sternly, reaching up to brush her hair out of her face.
He looked up at her. She would be able to study him, and her clockworking skills would fill in some gaps. He was made of a silver metal, a little...
Her flush deepened, and she looked down embarrassedly.
"I might be psychic. I knew about the brochure. Maybe I was killed by a fortune teller. They slit my throat with tarot cards."
He watched her leave before heading down the street.
He pulled his head back slightly, giving her a look. "You made this beautiful breakfast and refuse to eat it."
The mouse who had come to her door was following her, his silver gears turning in his legs as he trotted behind her.
