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"Hmmmmmmmm."
He was quiet, his stare icy. . "Fine."
"I'm not cute or cool." *** "That's like saying you don't love me!"
"Everything counts," she muttered. "Even if you don't think so."
She laid back, whining. "Uggggghhhhh."
"Is there any other option?"
"I'm uncool." *** "No I'm not."
"If I uncover my eyes.. will it be considered barging in on your privacy, or am I safe?"
He looked up with a glare. "A wheelchair?"
"I'm not cool." *** "Yes I do."
She was silent for a moment. "Rowan?"
He turned his eyes head, his eyes fluttering. "Hm?"
"That's not fair.."
"Nope." *** "I love you!"
She was very still in her sleep, her fingers curled in her hair, which had come untied in sleep. After a moment, her eyes fluttered, the silver...
Francis shifted, his brows furrowing. He didn't wake.
"Yes you do!"
"And not cute." *** She loosened her grip, sliding to the floor. "Arlooo."
She didn't react, only sighing gently.
(Yeet!)
