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He squeezed her hand, before beginning to walk.
She approached him a small grin in her face. "You look.. interesting."
"Yes. You always have a choice." *** She nodded, blushing slightly. "Right."
Francis shifted to get up, offering her a hand.
It only took a minute or two for her to change into the cloak, and she stepped outside curiously.
"You did too. With me," he said, raising his eyebrows. *** "Yeah.. You're right."
"They found a place," he murmured quietly, "and we need to go."
She smiled at him. "I love you too."
He nodded, writing down the number. "It's very important." *** "Well, obviously."
Francis pursed his lips, then nodded, moving to touch Poppy's arm. "..Okay. I'll wake her up."
She nodded, kissing his cheek before starting to walk. "I'll be quick."
"Well.. Just tell me if you find one that you like." *** She nodded. "Yeah, probably."
Francis' eyes fluttered, and he blinked as he looked up. " Oh. Apologies."
She nodded. "Okay. Let's get this over with."
"But some are more comfortable than others. Do you like this one?" *** "What about when we first met?"
It took Francis awhile before he fell asleep himself.
"Yes I will," she promised. "Let's just.. get going."
He smiled, standing straight. "Lovely." *** "Surely not always.."
He kept her close, resting his head back against the wall.
She leaned forward to give him a kiss. "I'll listen when we get inside."
