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She did so, heading towards the infirmary.
He looked skeptical. "Alright." *** "Thanks," she said before sitting up and calling Nugget.
(After? They go home?)
"I just did!"
She was quiet, her brows furrowed. She said nothing, but looked away with haste. "I'm going to see him."
"Pictures are just pictures. You don't need them to make a story." *** She joined him a moment later, her eyes warm.
(Yoop!)
A smirk crossed his face. "The tables have turned, haven't they?"
Avice pursed her lips. "Yeah. I mean.. I knew this would be fine.."
"Not even." *** She grabbed her pajamas, getting changed.
He nodded slowly, kissing her hair.
"Your head on my shoulder and how you touch my face.. You only do that when your, like, dating."
"I know," she said quietly. "I know. We weren't going to wake him. Aubrey is just getting nervous about him."
"That's not a lot." *** She nodded. "Let me change."
"Let's not do that just yet."
He glanced at her. "What are you doing?"
She frowned. "Okay. We'll go see him. Is that alright?"
He moved to kiss her cheek. "It's what you've worked for." *** She chuckled slightly. "Sorry. Didn't hear you."
"I don't think that's illegal. I've never seen anyone get arrested for it."
"Nothing is bothering me. Don't worry."
