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"It happened on my first mission," he muttered. "That's all."
"Yes. The dresses are really pretty."
Avice said nothing, gazing into the water.
He tensed slightly. "Ask about what?"
"It's okay, Row.. There will always be a next time. Besides, I'll show you my dress before I leave!"
"Sometimes what, Bre? You can tell me. It's alright."
"Oh.. I see."
She rested her legs over his lap again. "Why's that?"
Avice looked to the sand.
He squinted at the television. "Do you understand this?"
He chuckled, turning back to the stove.
She nodded, sitting beside him again. "I do. It'll be better once you can come."
"..Where have you heard them?"
He blinked, pulling his jacket on again rather quickly. "Doesn't matter to me."
"I know."
She nodded, her eyes bright. "And with the lotus, it will be even prettier."
Her expression softened and her voice quieted. "No way. Your dad has the prettiest voice in the world."
He sighed, sitting down and taking off his jacket. He observed his arm with a frown, bending his fingers.
"Yeah, but the flowers weren't bloomed, then."
"You can't listen to them Aubrey.. It's not good."
