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She nodded, her fingers gently holding onto his shirt.
She squinted in concentration before skipping the rock again, a grin spreading on her face.
He caught her hand and kissed it. "I'll see you."
She turned her face to his chest. "Tell me nice things."
She nodded brightly, picking up another rock. "By myself?"
"It's on," he said playfully. "I'll be there."
She grinned excitedly. "Really?"
He frowned. "Hmph. Alright."
She found him in the darkness and curled up beside him. "You don't look like a monster, though.
She pursed her lips before throwing another rock, this one going considerable further.
He grinned, holding her close. "Probably. A good observation."
"That's not always true," she said blatantly. "Moles are uglier than people, and some people are monsters.'
She frowned before trying to skip it, her arms weakly throwing the rock as it skittered across the ice unimpressively.
He rested his head back. "I suppose so."
She shook her head. "Nuh uh. You called me a mole."
She seemed surprised, and her eyebrows raised. "What was that?"
He chuckled softly, his hand brushing her jaw. "Only you can do that."
"Remind yourself," she said stubbornly. "You mole-comparing monster."
She frowned. "I'm not good with frisbees either."
He flushed slightly. "Good. I'm glad."
