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He drifted off as well, his arm around her.
He crossed his arms. "No. They're gross and unsanitary."
"You're still lovely." *** She groaned, her arms around his waist. "Nooo.."
She rolled her eyes, moving hers a moment after.
He kissed her cheek, shifting out of her arms to prevent the cake from burning the house down before returning quietly.
"That is not what I meant. Also, mice are not cute."
"Why is it invalid?" *** She yawned. "You don't have to thank me. It's just what I'm supposed to do."
"Because I'm right. Definetly right."
He kept her close, his touch gentle.
"What would you consider cute things?"
"Spontaneous isn't always bad." *** "Even then."
"I gamble from time to time. I wouldn't bet."
He flushed, his hand running through her hair. "I like you too."
"But.. I'm not doing cute things.."
"But they're both adjectives." *** She smiled slightly. "Just how I like it."
"Definitely not."
He shrugged embarrasedly. "I like it."
"I'm not!"
He leaned back. "You started it." *** Her eyes fluttered, and tiredly glanced up at him before pulling him closer.
"Yes. Of course."
