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She took a breath, blocking the rapier with the dagger carefully. "Sloppy," she said sharply, moving her leg as she hoped to kick his from under...
"You're too pessimistic, then." *** She grinned. "That's okay, mi amante. My nickname is Anemone, so you're not too bad."
He shrugged. "Still."
She frowned at him, but stepped forward nonetheless.
He grinned. "No such thing." *** She squinted at him. "Wow."
"You should," he said. "It's good for you."
She faced the opponent, her eyes dangerous and bright. "I'll have none of that. Perish."
"I think I could get used to it," he decided, looking around. "It's unique." *** "Sounds amazing," she said. "What could I call you?"
He chuckled. "Well, it's morning."
She gasped, her eyes filling with terror. "No!" Her grip tightened and she took quick, angry steps towards him, wielding the knife. Her...
"It just makes it more at home!" *** "Oh God. Yes."
He held her close. "Are you hungry?"
She paused before her hand became a blur as she drove the dagger towards his hand.
He laughed, leaning away. "You just called me a nerd." *** "Yep!" she said brightly. "Anemone hands."
He wrapped his arms around her, sighing softly. "I love you."
She gave him a disgusted look. "That's a shame. I'm not a fan of people who are the below the status of garbage."
"Star Trek?" *** She grinned. "Great."
"I know," he said. "You're my priority."
Avice glared at Knox, her expression cold. "Don't hurt him anymore.."
He chuckled. "You are too." *** "Is that okay?"
