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"Is.. Is that not normal?" *** She smirked "I suppose."
Francis smiled warmly, before getting into bed.
"I didn't hear you copyright it."
He gave her a quick kiss. "Thank you." *** She pursed her lips before picking a moderately armed character, but did not move as fast.
I'M A MCWIZARD
He nodded, chuckling half-heartedly. "I'm okay with that."
She smiled. "I know it is."
He blinked. "You think?" *** She grinned, her eyes bright. "Perfect."
He stood up, taking her hand as he glanced at the body. "I'll, uh, deal with that later."
"No," she said with a small laugh. "It's because you're you."
He kissed her cheek, a bright smile on his face. "Wonderful." *** "Okay," she said fiercely. "Let's play."
He held her silently for a moment, before sighing. "Do you want to go back to bed?"
"Yeah," she said softly, "but I really, really love you."
He nodded. "Yeah. Of course." *** "Oh yeah? I'll prove it."
He waited a moment, before leaning forward and wrapping his arms around her gently.
She laughed and kissed the top of his head. "I love you."
He grinned, his arms warm. "I really, really like you." *** "Psh. I have skill."
"You held him down, though.."
She smiled slightly, placing an arm around him. "Despite the fact that you were worried about slow dancing with me."
He wrapped his arms around her in a non-threatening way, his head cocked slightly. "Thank you." *** "Oh no, my dear Arlo, the skill is real."
