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He nodded, turning and proceeding to dress.
"Do you want to head out soon?"
She looked at him, unsure what to say. "Is it a problem that I've come back?"
He nodded, buttoning up his shirt.
He raised an eyebrow. "I shall always be spontaneous."
Avice was leaning against the door, watching the ceiling.
He smiled. "That's a nice shirt."
He laughed. "Well. I'm glad."
The door could be heard opening, a familiar sigh sounded.
He laughed. "Great."
"Only mine?"
(Yeet!)
He laughed. "Guess I'll wear it."
"What about other cuteness?"
"I suppose we will.."
She looked incredibly hurt by his statement. "Do you.. Do you really think I would do that? You think I would take Aubrey and leave..?" She shook...
"A crime against fashion?"
"But I thought cuteness was bad?"
She looked up at him. "Won't you even try? Won't you even try to keep this together?"
He chuckled warmly. "I'll have to wear it, then."
