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He watched her carefully, before standing up as well. "What should I make?"
She shook her head. "Just work partners. That's it."
He pursed his lips. "Let's wait." *** "I could call you Shrimp."
He kissed her back, a smile on his face. "I know."
She frowned, looking down. "We work together."
"But it's not good for them." *** "Why does mine not?"
"That's definitely the only reason."
She frowned, but took his extended hand. "Alright."
He sighed. "True." *** "But you need a nickname too."
He rolled his eyes playfully. "Sure."
She frowned. "He's dying. If he dies you won't have either."
He joined Her. "What about the cats?" *** She laughed. "Sure."
He grinned. "You'd make a better pillow."
She panicked, then stepped back. "That's a shame."
He raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. "Alright." *** "Cause we're lovers."
He chuckled, cocking his head. "You're my favorite too. But I won't lay on you."
"Because what use is he to you?" she persisted. "Keeping him here would be pointless."
He stood as well. " What color?" *** She grinned. " But it's not true."
He grinned. "I'm glad you like me as a bed, I suppose."
She pursed her lips, her eyes sharp. "Me for him."
