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"Yeah, you are," she said, landing lightly on the ground.
She chuckled, burying her head in his chest. "It's not a big deal."
"I lomph you," he said, his voice muffled.
"Stay away from me right now, Francis," she warned. "I swear to God, don't come any closer."
"That's ambitious."
"Hm. Maybe a little."
"I can't believe I get to be with you."
"Yeah, you really, really messed up," she said, opening the door. "*squee!* you. How dare you?"
She laughed, kissing the side of his neck as they walked. "All? Everything?"
“No, of course not.”
“You’re so clever and beautiful. It’s amazing.”
“I told you ‘no’,” she said, her voice rough with fury. “I told you ‘no’. I told you I didn’t want it, and you *squee!*ing drugged me.”
She looked up at him, her eyes narrowing with disgust. “I’m going home.”
She floated next to him, still warm from the bed. "So, what do you want to learn first?"
"I'm actually going to assassinate you this time," she said, resting her head on his chest.
He laughed, clearly delighted as he kissed her hair. "Oh, good."
She glanced over her shoulder at him, and the pure rage that was in her eyes was startling. She looked back down at her suitcase and realized her...
She laughed, squeezing his hand.
"Stoooop..."
"Is that okay?"
