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Francis glared, moving closer to the wall to be less noticeable.
She looked up at him with a grin. "Yes?"
He crossed his arms. "I'm sorry, Val." *** "The truth."
He quieted, his footsteps silencing.
She laughed. "You do? I had no idea. So is that a yes?"
He panicked slightly, bit was obviously joking. "Did you kill Callie?" *** She sighed. "I know."
"Highly unlikely," he said, before pausing. "But pretty cool."
She shrugged. "I don't hear any real complaints."
"I have a bad feeling." *** "I know I am."
He nodded. "We have arrived."
She grinned. "Fantastic," she said, before her grinned turned playful and she raised an eyebrow. "If we hurry, I might even make out with you at...
He frowned. "I don't want to.." *** "I'm thinking today is going to suck major *squee!*"
He didn't say much else, only scanning the area.
She grinned. "Great. Move quickly, though."
"Don't apologize," he said softly. "It's okay." *** "Hm."
"Not now, though. Later."
She blushed, but crossed her arms. "Let's just go."
He hesitantly wrapped his arms around her. "I'm sorry." *** "It's fine, Arlo. It'll be fine. Everything is.. Hm."
He nodded. "I see."
She squinted at him. "No. I'm not that kind of person."
