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He turned his head slightly, a bit hesitant. "Eden?"
She grinned, resting against him. "They just say that because they're young."
He didn't react much, obviously in a deep sleep.
Sam sighed. He changed into pajamas before slipping into bed quietly.
She laughed, moving to wrap her arms around his torso. "You're not old. I promise."
It was Gabe, of course. He had been hit by the dart and was now asleep on the floor. In sleep he looked somewhat angry, though it was strangely...
(Yoop!)
Avice glanced at him with an adoring grin before turning back to Aubrey. "Shh."
(She arrives home?)
He frowned, leaning back.
She was quiet before laughing. "He's not old." She went into a playful whisper. "Besides, he might hear you talking about his age."
He frowned, watching her go.
Avice blinked. "..What?"
He stayed a bit longer before leaving.
He tilted his head. "Oh.. Alright."
Francis fixed his sleeves with a sigh before heading out.
She smiled, brushing her hair back. "26. Papa is turning 30 soon."
He nodded slowly. "Until next time."
He opened one eye. "Are you okay?"
