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He frowned. "And that means... no clothes?"
"First you try to kill me, then you try to replace me. What's next?"
He flushed, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Ah... thank you."
She crawled over to him, kissing his cheek.
He blinked, looking down at the clothes. "...drunk?"
She laughed, embracing him, her head fitting in the curve of his neck. "Fine."
He grinned, lying back in the pillows. "Do you? I'm glad."
She nodded, following him.
"Am I this messy?"
"Dog cooties."
"I told you. I haven't drawn in a while."
She looked over at him thoughtfully, her eyes warm with love as she stood up on her toes and kissed his cheek.
"Avice...?" she'd hear him ask. "What's with all the clothes?"
She squinted before coming over to him. "You're covered in cooties."
Most of the images continued like this until once again, they dropped off completely.
She slipped off his lap, her fingers intertwining with his.
He looked down at the clothes, one brow raised in confusion.
She sighed, passing him a cup. "Here's your cocoa."
He rested his head on her shoulder, seeming embarrassed.
"We should..." she murmured between kisses, "...go upstairs, right..."
