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He chuckled. "Thank you." *** "Even after today?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Will do," he assured, catching the keyring and inspecting it before turning to Poppy. "Shall we?"
She followed, shutting the door behind her before catching up, her voice low as she spoke. "Aw.. I didn't even get to give you a kiss."
He blinked. "My handwriting?" *** She smiled slightly, nearly finished. "Unlike you, I don't care if you look. Either way, I'm almost done."
Francis stepped out, offering a hand to Poppy. "Alright. Thank you."
She kissed the back of his hand before pulling away, crossing her arms nervously.
He nodded, taking the pad of paper out to write the number. *** She stood up and quickly slipped on the shirt, trying her hair up as well before...
He kissed her cheek. "Yep. You?"
She nodded, squeezing his hand for comfort before pulling her own hood up. "Let's go."
He patted the side thoughtfully. "Yep." *** She caught it and blinked. "Oh.. Sorry."
He smiled. "Right. We'll find them."
"Don't worry," she said softly. "He could have gotten us into big trouble."
"I like that one." *** She looked over at him. "Yes, please."
He nodded. "A hidden door behind a bookshelf?"
She patted his shoulder, raising eyebrow. "Nice."
He nodded. "Yeah. A bit." *** She chuckled, but covered her eyes. "Go ahead."
He took it. "I know.. But it's for the greater good. And besides.. maybe there's secret rooms."
She looked at the map curiously, pulling her hood back as she stood close.
"That's lovely," he replied brightly. "Wonderful." *** She beamed. "Fantastic."
He shrugged. "I'm not sure. As long as we need to."
