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She was on the floor, her legs still on the couch. "Woaahh."
"Ugh. What do you want me to do, then?"
"She's a genius and has a cute face. Like you."
"Hmm.." There was silence after that for a moment before a gasp and dull thud sounded.
"Why not?"
She sighed sadly. "I know.."
"It's not?"
He turned around. "I'm gonna go change back."
She sighed, frowning slightly. "Fine."
"Yes, that's right. Happy at me? Isn't that how it is? Like how someone can be mad at me?"
"You seriously can't be that infatuated while I'm dressed like this."
"I might be."
"You're happy at me, I think," she said. "Often happy!"
He squinted at her. "I hate this. Very much."
She looked back at him. "I have plenty of things to say. A lot of them are compliments."
"You aren't often mad at me, anymore!"
"You know what? I.. I have nothing left to live for after this. Not the slight about of pride or.. or dignity. All because of you."
She was quiet, looking at the ceiling.
"You looked mad."
He came out a minute later, only a look shame on his face.
