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He grinned at her. "Good!" *** "Hmph. . Fine. Next time."
He stood up immediately, and followed, his brows furrowed. "Poppy?"
She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I really, really love you though. No tricks."
"It'll be okay!" *** "But.. Still."
He felt himself getting nervous, but kept to himself, his eyes drawn down to his fidgeting hands.
She sighed, shaking her head before leaning forward and kissing him, her hand resting on the side of his neck.
He laughed. "Callie likes dogs anyways." *** "I think I should, though."
He sat down away from the table, his brows furrowed as he pretended not to care.
"It's no trick!" she insisted. "I promise!"
He cocked his head. "Alright then." *** "Ouch. You're mean."
Francis stood up eventually, clearing his throat weakly as he put on a straight face, exiting the infirmary. His gait was still uneven.
"There's so part two. Don't worry."
He cocked his head. "Now?" *** "Excuse me," she interjected. "I should."
(*jej÷&)
"Okay," she said quietly, before clearing her throat and looking at him seriously. "I love you."
"They are definitely worth it, okay?" *** She pursed her lips. "All day. I'm paying."
He watched her go, his voice catching in his throat and he whimpered, turning his face into the crook of his arms.
"Definitely," she teased. "So good."
"Ten dollars, though," he said sarcastically. "Ugh." *** She nodded. "We shall."
His expression was terribly sad, and his eyes watery. He sat back down, running a shaky hand through his hair. "I know I'm lucky," he told her...
