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"I went for a walk by the ocean," she mumbled, "and he attacked me. He.. He hurt me."
She hesitated, but held it out. "Are you sure?"
"Nope. That's definitely the worst."
She took it, her grip tight and uncertain. Her eyes were watery, but no tears escaped.
She took them, bringing them a little bit closer.
"Ouch. So demanding. I've never been so insulted."
She looked scared, but nodded reluctantly. "Okay."
"Right," she agreed. "It's just fine."
"You're such a liar."
The blood dripped over her fingers, and she backed up before sitting down anxiously. "Okay.."
"You're ridiculous."
"Then quit acting like it!" he said, his voice a soft chuckle.
She backed away from his hand fearfully. "Don't touch me.. Don't.. I don't want that."
She chuckled slightly. "You're going to kill me one day."
"Then share soup with me! You're being stubborn.."
There was a pause before the door opened slightly, and she peered out with wide eyes. Her hands covered her nose and mouth, as one or both were...
"Yes," she replied, "but you're doing it better than me."
"You're the one who wanted to kiss me earlier And now we can't even share soup."
"I said stay away!" Her voice was sharp, but cracked slightly.
"Nothing right now," she teased. "I worked a lot harder for this than you, jerk face."
