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"Moving in," she said playfully. "Sounded like you would be okay with it."
She shook her head playfully. "I'm smarter than the others. I know you better."
He looked around, nodding slowly. "I think so."
She stared at him before laughing, shaking her head. "Nothing."
"I don't know.. I think I could catch you. Maybe keep one eye open tonight."
Francis set down his supplied, taking off his gloves to run a hand through his hair.
"You'd be okay with that this early in a relationship?"
She couldn't help but laugh, running a hand through her hair. "Of course not."
(To after?)
"Wait, really?"
She shrugged. "Maybe I'm secretly trying to kill you and you find out? Not sure."
He smiled, turning to dust off some of the furniture.
"I might as well just live here," she replied jokingly.
"Not like that.. Like, if we did something to hate each other, even though I could never hate you.. I don't know. I wouldn't want to break up with...
He chuckled, taking the feather duster. "Sure."
She looked down, hesitating at his question. "Hm.. Only if you want me to."
She pulled back and looked up at him, her expression stern. "I'm serious. I would never break up with you unless it was over something really,...
He sighed. "I know. I don't actually hate you."
She stepped out, but made sure to stay close to him. "I should just keep spare clothes at your house."
She frowned, pulling away slightly. "I'm not.. I was being stupid.."
