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"There's nothing you can do," she replied softly. "It involves someone."
He smiled gently, shutting his eyes as he relished the warmth.
"Did Ellia bet that I wouldn't?"
"You want to?" *** "Yup. And cheese."
She looked back, her brows furrowed. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice quiet and nervous, though she was unsure if he would be able to hear him.
He shifted, his eyes fluttering as he kissed the top of her head.
"Okay. Maybe a little bit."
"Well.. You can change it of you'd like."
She hesitated, her voice hurried. "Alright. I'm sorry to bother you. Goodbye."
Francis was asleep the next morning, his arms around her.
"Psh. Of course not."
"It's fate, baby."
"It doesn't matter," she said. "I doubt you, of all people, would care."
(Where to?)
"A little bit."
A grin crossed his face. "Oh yeah."
"It's just me. Don't worry. It wasn't you."
"I want to," he murmured.
She chuckled. "It's nice being here, though."
He nodded. "Let's do it." *** "And his favorite food is chicken nuggets."
