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"No. Just like this."
(Another meeting or when they can live with each other again)
She remained their as they enjoyed their picnic, her freehand on his back.
"You don't know that.."
He blinked, looking at her. "It is?"
(Yoop!)
She grinned, moving to lean against him lovingly.
"A-affection? Why wouldn't I be able to kill you?"
He sighed, keeping her hand in both of his.
Francis groaned in frustration, continuing on.
"Better."
"..Because I was trying to kill you?"
There was a warmth coming from his hand. The same from the night before.
He opened his mouth to argue before shutting it with a sigh. "Okay. Thank you."
She pursed her lips. "Minus the birthday, then it'll be okay."
"Yes. Who else?"
"No, he only left recently. No need to apologize." He was quiet for a moment before offering a hand. "I'm glad you're here."
"Not even at home?"
"I don't know. Birthday girl is just a weird title, y'know?"
"You're oddly polite."
