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She cocked her head slightly. "Well, I worked kinda hard on it, cause I wasn't sure how to do it."
He frowned. "I suppose so."
"Yes," he decided. "Gray."
"Because you don't trust me?"
He blinked. "The firework probably alarmed someone"
"Gray matches with stuff better!" *** "R ight, but I am still lucky."
She squinted. "A gift.."
He grinned. "You didn't? Pleasant surprise?"
"I also like gray. I don't know what to do." *** "I am very lucky. Yes."
She pursed her lips. "Being here."
He waited for a moment, before pulling away. "Don't be kiss when the clock strikes twelve?"
"Well, I like yellow.." *** She grinned. "Perfect. Thanks."
She cocked her head, making sure to stay in the doorframe as she held her hands behind her back. "What're you doing?"
He laughed brightly, before suddenly turning to her and kissing her deeply.
He cocked his head. "You did?" *** "It is!"
She entered the room a bit later, a bright grin in her face. "Hi."
He laughed slightly. "Yeah. You?"
He cocked his head. "Pale yellow or light gray." *** "I don't want to argue."
Avice did not join him for awhile, her day obviously busy.
He raised his eyebrow. "Oh, I'm sure."
