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He put his arms around her again, nodding slightly. "Hm." *** "But.." She shook her head. "Alright."
He nodded, unfazed by the fact that two did not survive. "Alright. Are they going to need help with moving?"
She squinted. "Ugh. Fine. Meet me out here."
"No," he replied, his voice soft and languid. "Nuh uh." *** "Both put together. How does that work?"
He sighed, looking down at the seven people on the floor. "What about them?"
She groaned playfully. "Do I have to?"
"Mmmeh." *** She cocked her head. "What are they?"
Francis sighed, standing straight again. He approached Poppy, his expression serious. "Is everything okay?"
He shifted slightly. "Mmhmmm." *** She laughed delightedly. "Pufferfish carrot sticks?"
Francis gave a sigh of relief, but didn't step away from the door, his brow furrowed as he ran a hand through his hair.
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"I like you," he mumbled, turning his face to the pillow. *** She held his hand tightly, an excited grin on her face. "Sounds perfect!"
Francis did his best to act as if she were just another member on his team, hurrying over to help with the door as he readjusted the gun in his...
He stretched slightly, still half asleep. ".. Why?" *** "Great<" she said with a smile. "Let's go."
She shook her head slightly, looking around. "Alright."
His brows furrowed nervously, the situation stressing him out as they went, but he said nothing.
He released her instinctively, muttering slightly as he turned. "Hmm?" *** She smiled brightly at him, stepping out. "Yep! Are you?"
Her hand brushed his back gently. "Let's get going, okay?"
He frowned, his brows furrowing slightly. "Yes, I suppose that's true. We'll have to stop them."
Landon sighed softly, his face hidden in Val's shoulder as he slept. *** After a minute, Callie opened the door, her head cocked thoughtfully.
