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His eyes widened. "How do we stop it?"
"All the nice things I say about you."
He sighed, following. *** She leaned her head on his shoulder. "The truth is that you're human."
He frowned at her. "What do you mean?"
"Fine, but you better consider the fact that I never lie to you."
He frowned. "I guess.." *** She rolled her eyes. "Here we go again."
"It was taking too long," he replied quickly, following her. "I wanted to make sure nobody was in trouble!"
She sighed. "I suppose."
"But I like hugging you.." *** "You're a cultist."
Francis hurried forward, raising his weapon slightly.
She sighed, crossing her arms. "Alright. You got me. I don't lie to you."
"I definitely would."
He chuckled. "I am 6'5. You're short to me." *** "I suppose."
He flinched, but continued on, frowning heavily.
"Or was I lying?" She teased.
"Yes you are." *** She laughed. "Not a lot."
He frowned sadly, before hurrying off, his weapon in hand.
She kissed his cheek. "Looks right."
"Yes," he agreed. "You're short and you for well in my arms." *** "True."
He looked back at her, his eyes unwelcoming. "No you're not," he said roughly, glancing at one of the other soldiers.
