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"Mm... you?"
"Should I stop kissing you? Because... I'm clearly a dummy."
She returned about 10 minutes later, towing Jack with her.
She turned and kissed him lightly
"Mmhm...?"
"I'm a dummy. I should stop, then, right?"
She got off the chair and hurried down the hall.
"It's not your fault. We'll talk about it tomorrow."
His eyes fluttered open slowly and he looked around blearily.
She nodded, kissing his jawline.
"Where is he?"
She frowned, looking over her shoulder at him. "Why are you sorry?"
"The legend. This field is supposedly cursed."
He shifted about half an hour later. "Hmm..."
"Yes, way," she said, her fingers running through his hair.
"That'd be so cool though!"
She was silent for a moment. "Yeah?"
"Why out here?" she asked. "Why the lyre? People don't generally come out into this field because of the stories."
"Yes. You."
"A flock of pigeons."
