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"But it's gross."
"Oh nothing," she said, her words slurred. "I'm just getting married."
"But, Poppy.."
"Do you regret it?"
She tapped the glass rhythmically. "Hm?"
He frowned. "Why?"
She rolled her eyes. "No. I was being sarcastic because it seems like you do."
He hurried off. Avice was below deck, leaning against a cannon with bottle of alcohol in her hand.
He went quiet, his brows furrowed.
"I knew we shouldn't have.."
Dante glanced at him before averting his gaze quickly.
"I wish we could stay together again.."
"Then why did you do it with me?"
There would be muffled speaking before Dante came up from below deck rather flustered. His expression would be unreadable.
"None of it was."
"Are you calling me gross?"
(Yoop!)
"Together."
She pursed her lips stubbornly. "Hm."
Avice returned below deck, not even looking up again.
