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He laughed softly, giving her a kiss. "No. They couldn't even touch me."
She kissed his cheek, removing hands. "Smells like you and is comfortable."
There was a silence for a moment. "I didn't know who else to call."
He returned the embrace gratefully. "Are you okay?"
She rolled her eyes as she slipped out of her clothes and into his shirt. "I know that."
Her phone would then ring; a call from Landon.
He grinned at her, his voice quiet. "I'm back. Just like I promised."
She caught it and stood up. "I do. I just like yours better! Now, avert the eyes!"
(Zoop to a Landon calling Val?)
He waited patiently, putting away the gun quietly and folding his hands.
She smiled brightly. "To wear!"
Callie opened the door, a somber expression on her face as she set her things down. Landon called out to her from the other room with a cheerful...
He nodded, going to the tent. "Thanks."
She nodded. "Just one."
He nodded, stepping back as he looked for Poppy's tent with a hopeful expression.
She grinned, turning to look at him. "Good. Can I have one of your shirts?"
(Zooppp)
Francis nodded. "Yes. There was little problem."
She grinned before pulling away and standing straight, moving to his bed as she stretched out. "Hopefully I'm not interrupting your work."
Callie glanced back, before turning ahead with a deep sigh.
