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She reached up and pulled him closer to her with a raised eyebrow. "If you don't be quiet, I'll make you."
"Yeah.' *** "It's easy. Just press it on."
He lifted her arms above her head, the spine pressing against her back as she bit her lip.
"Would you make sure the omelette doesn't burn while I wash off real quick?"
"Ugggh."
"..You're always cute." *** She offered him shells to place down.
She frowned, her brows furrowing. Sighing, she eventually nodded. "Okay. Let's just get it over with, then."
"Yes you can. You just won't."
"You're the one swearing."
"You beating me up?" *** "Crazy right?" she teased, gluing another letter.
She she watched his hands warily, quickly wiping blood from her forehead. She finally nodded. Her eyes showed her fear, but it was quickly...
'Please.. no more."
"Under you, she will."
"Eh.." *** "Sure."
"The sea," she said quietly. "Salt makes it so much worse, so.."
He groaned. "Poppyyy.."
"Excuse me? I'm going to beat you up."
"I'm sure." *** "At the beginning."
She hesitated before doing so, her eyes drawn down as her free hand gripped a rock. "..Thank you."
"Aaggh! I knew it!"
