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"I don't know what you're saying."
She observed him thoughtfully, resting her head on her hand. "I like your wings."
Francis had his arms around her, fast asleep.
He looked at the sky. "A little bit."
She steppes on the porch, opening the door for him.
"Stop what?"
She tapped her fingers together. "You look.. stressed."
(Yoop!)
She grinned, taking his hand and leading him in.
"Yuh huh."
She tilted her head, watching him with wide, curious eyes. "Are you okay?"
He did a bit after, his eyes closing.
"You're also smelly, then."
He sighed, starting out.
She relaxed. "Want to head inside?"
"He does sound bad. Why does she like him?"
He kissed her hair. "I love you too."
"You think I'm smelly too."
He nodded slowly, offering his hand.
