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He frowned, now suspicious as he closed the door slightly. "Eh.. No thank you."
"Absolutely positive." *** "Terrifying."
"Dance with me, yes. Only if you want to."
He blinked tiredly, running a hand through his hair. "Yes, that's me.. Who are you?"
"You.." *** She laughed. "A twelve year old?"
"I don't want to make you do anything you like."
Francis grumbled, his brow furrowed as he sat up at the knocking. Slowly, he made his way out of bed, and went to answer the door.
He frowned. "You got to tickle me." *** "A sign?" She chuckled. "I see."
"Don't say that," she said reassuringly. "You just.. need practice!"
He kissed her temple before shutting his eyes and quickly drifting off to sleep.
"I am not!" *** "Is that a sign?"
"One step at a time."
He kissed her cheek. "Happy New Year."
"You're not being fair." *** "Did she say anything to you?"
"I'm teaching you, though."
He kissed the top of her head, am arm around her. "I love you too. Sleep well."
"I'm still going to tickle you." *** "Eleanor, perhaps?"
"Eh. I guess."
"It's yours, too." *** She smiled slightly. "I think some of them already had an idea about it."
"We're talking about people, not almonds."
