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She rolled her eyes, amusement tugging at the corners of her lips. "Right. Got that part. Are you talking about the theory that rogue AIs will...
A smile crossed her lips and she stood up, stretching with a small groan before looking down at him amusedly. "Going to check out the missions?"...
He poured milk into a saucepan, turning and leaning against the counter, regarding his family with a small smile as he folded his arms. "What...
He hesitated before nodding slowly, turning back to the coffee machine. He opened the cupboard and pulled out a tin of espresso, working slowly as...
He shrugged, looking down at his hands with a thoughtful gaze. "I don't know. I wish I was better at it. Pixies have their own dances, but I'm...
"Then explain," she said with a furrowed brow, resting her head on her hand as she considered him, her fingers momentarily brushing her mouth as...
She rolled her eyes, pulling her black hair into a ponytail, her bronze eyes flickering over to him as she leaned back on the couch. "This is...
He glanced over his shoulder at her, giving her a smirk with one raised brow before pouring the batter in the pan, his calloused fingers darting...
"Are you sure? I have coffee."
“Oh, absolutely.”
“Are you making a video game reference or are you drunk?”
“Ew.”
He squinted at her before looking back at the pancakes. “I’ll consider it.”
He dried his hands on a rag and began to make coffee. “Do you want anything to drink?”
“I don’t make a fool of myself.”
She flushed but still seemed absolutely bewildered. “What?”
“Dear lord. You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Well, I gotta make pancakes for myself too.”
“No, that won’t do. I’ll figure something out.”
“Do you dance?”
