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She nodded, setting them on the table before going to him and embracing him with a sigh, her head resting on his chest as she didn't meet his...
"But I'm you're boyfriend." *** "You're making it!"
"Yuh huh."
She glanced at him, her eyes soft. After a moment she cleared her throat. "Soup is ready.."
"Hm.. Well don't suck my blood." *** "But you kissed me!"
"I would. The Tilt does exist."
"Why French? Why not something else, hm?"
He chuckled. "You're a monster." *** "Then you did too!"
"Thats just what you want to believe."
She poured the soup into bowls, before glancing at him with a raised eyebrow. "You, my love, are an absolutely terrible liar."
He groaned. "I thought I could trust you!" *** "That was different!"
He smiled. "Poppy, once I've been doubted I simply have to prove it true."
"Uh huh. Where at?"
He squinted. "You're secretly a vampire." *** "I never do."
"You've doubted me, Poppy. I have no other choice."
"You aren't even fluent in French. Where did she learn that?"
"You're a vampire?" *** "I don't panic."
"No, not often. It wouldn't be hard to contract them, though."
She chuckled. "Maybe."
He nodded, satisfied. "Are you tired?" *** She looked up at him, before opening her arms. "I know."
