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She looked up at him, her eyes black, face pale, and sharp scales on her cheeks and shoulders. She slowly drew a dagger, her breaths shaky.
He wrapped his arms around her. "We can leave, if you want."
"Too bad. That's life."
"Exactly."
"I'm not!"
He didn't have to go under. Before he knew it, she emerged, blue blood running down her face from a cut somewhere on her head.
"If you say so."
"Or we wait."
"No, you're seriously the cutest thing I've ever seen."
She took his arm. "I'm not a liar!"
About a week later, the shore would quiet, except for the waves crashing gently against the sand.
"Are you sure that isn't a lie?"
"Nuh uh."
She looked up at him. ".. You're so cute."
"Briaaaaaaaaaaar!"
(Zoop?)
"Lies."
"Yep."
"Yes. Let's."
"Briaaaarrr!"
