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He laughed. " So, where are we going?"
He chuckled. "Maybe a tiny bit." *** "Don't make fun of me!"
"So.. you're not worried what it is?" she asked, half joking.
"That's true," he admitted. "But still rude."
"Fiery?" *** "I knew you didn't like me that much."
"Yeah. They're not the same ones, obviously. I tried to copy what you did.."
"Poppy, it's rude to gave your fiancé arrested."
"Well, then pick red. It suits you." *** "That's stupid."
She gave a nod. "Yeah. For you."
He gasped. "You wouldn't dare!"
"Since when?" *** She groaned. "But we, like, just got together!"
She gave him a crooked grin, rubbing her arm sheepishly as she cocked her head. "It's.. just a thing I made."
He sighed jokingly, kissing her hand. "I guess I do."
"Either." *** "You are going to have to deal with it for as long as we are together."
She nodded slowly. "Yeah.. I made it."
"So we're not lost," he teased light-heartedly, but kept his voice low.
"Hmm," he said thoughtfully. "I like the idea." *** She laughed brightly, taking his hands. "I had to!"
"Welll," she murmured, dragging it out thoughtfully, "somewhat." After a moment, she presented him a flower crown made from wire and paper,...
He looked around, his brows furrowed. "Do you know where we're going?"
"Light blue?" *** She chuckled. "For you."
