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She nodded, sitting next to the couch and folding her arms.
She was staring at nothing, her eyes clearly weary. The soft light of sunrise streamed into the room, painting the walls a golden yellow. The town...
"Oh, don't do that," he chided, kissing her temple.
He laughed, taking her hand. "Yeah. Come on."
She looked around nervously, tugging at her dress worriedly before sitting down. "Now what?"
"Just wait for it."
She looked up at him with wide eyes, her hand curled on his chest.
He blinked in surprise but chuckled, kissing the top of her head. "I really love you too."
“What power?”
She looked apprehensive, following him reluctantly.
"At least ten seconds."
Poppy was still awake the next morning, her eyes darting around the room.
"And you're still biased," he chided, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Yeah, well, imagine being related to her."
She paused before nodding. "Fine. Fine."
"I'll consider it," she said after a moment, standing up.
(Zoop?)
"It won't work. I don't blush as easily as you do."
"She's not your captain anymore, baby. She has no hold over you."
"But..." She seemed hesitant, looking up at the sky.
