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She glanced back at him. "Want anything to eat?"
"A pen." *** She crossed her arms playfully.
"Which time.." He frowned. "Awhile ago."
She shook her head. "It's fine."
"That's a pen!" *** She turned around and began to walk back.
"But still.. It continues to worry me ever since that one time."
"You startled me," she replied slowly. "That's all.."
"Maybe..?" *** She stopped. "I'm going home."
He shrugged hesitantly. "Well.. sometimes I worry that you think I'll hurt you.
She jumped slightly, turning to face him. "..Yeah."
"No! You poke it with a stick or something!" *** She shook her head. "Stop that."
"That doesn't sound honest."
She didn't seem to notice him, her back turned as she popped another orange slice in her mouth.
"So you draw on me?!" *** "Stop it."
He frowned. "Hm.."
She chuckled lowly, placing the slices in a bowl.
"You tried to draw on me!" *** "Fine."
"I'm not scary when I'm mad. Maybe at other people, but not you."
Avice kept quiet as she peeled an orange, listening to his voice.
"You tried to draw on me!" *** She shook her head, crossing her arms.
