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"I need to find my pants, you weirdo."
She exhaled shakily, slipping into his lap and burying her face in his neck.
(Woop yoop?)
"Yes. We burn it."
She glanced over her shoulder. "What?"
She shook her head, too tired and upset to say too much. "C'mere."
(zoop?)
She sighed before heading into the bedroom.
She sat down on the bed, kicking off her shoes and sniffling slightly.
Jack fell asleep slowly, his lips slightly parted.
"Hello," she said, distracted. "Have you seen a pair of jeans?"
Poppy was shaking deeply and pulled him forward, heading for the room.
He closed his eyes, burying his face in her neck.
Poppy took it, her hand shaking, and they left the room.
He hummed under his breath.
Petra emerged from the bathroom about 10 minutes later, a towel wrapped around her body.
He squinted at him. "For now. Stay close."
He kissed the top of her head.
He took her hand, leading her forward.
"Gathering sacrifices," she said smoothly.
