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"I'm not obsessed with being a hero," he told her thoughtfully. "I have priorities most of the time. You're my priority, unless there's imminent...
She took a step back. "Jack, no! I'm not running away again."
"Exactly," he said. "Well, actually, any paint makes the room smaller, but very, very fractionally." *** "Then that's what I would do."
He was quiet, before nodding finally. "Yeah.. It's better if we stop. Safer."
Her eyes widened, and she gripped tighter on the knife. Finally, she shook her head, her expression a look of distaste. "No."
"Something that lights up the room," he said, then shot her a teasing look. "I'm surprised you don't want black." *** "But was it unexpected?"
He watched her thoughtfully, his eyes bright. "I would."
After a bit Avice looked up, noticing the people, though she couldn't see who it was. Her brows furrowed, and she discreetly pulled a dagger she...
"I'm not having black walls." *** "Trick question. I would do it on my own to prove you wrong."
He laughed. "Sorry."
Avice looked nervous. She left the party, stepping out into the brisk air. She sighed, letting her hair down. Something felt off to her, but she...
He frowned. "What?" *** "Different situations," she scoffed. "Very different."
"Let's.. not go on mission again," he said, a small smile playing on his lips. "Ever."
She instantly felt regret, and looked around worriedly, muttering to herself. "Oh no. Oh no. I'm an idiot. Idiot." She decided not to follow,...
"Well, maybe white?" *** "You said I should!"
He relaxed a bit, cocking his head as ran his fingers through her hair. "I missed you."
"I'm not saying you're stupid," she said. "You're not. You're being a coward."
He grinned. "Definitely." *** She raised an eyebrow. "That's mean."
He nodded in agreement, kissing her hair. "Yeah. Me too. That's both our faults, though."
She crossed her arms. "You're just scared something will happen. That's stupid."
