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"Exactly."
He frowned. "I could see that." *** She brushed herself off. "Hmph. Good."
She squinted. "I was nervous!"
"Yeah. We're getting married in May."
"Yeah. I'm a bit disappointed." *** She gasped. "Stop! Put me down!"
She crossed her arms. "What?! Yes I did! You have no proof!"
"We're just worried," he said. "That's all."
He frowned. "Aw." *** She nodded, hiding her face in his shoulder. "No!"
"Oh yeah? Give me an example."
"Alright. Nice to meet you," he replied. "This is Poppy, our medic, and I'm Francis."
He paused. "How much?" *** She wrapped her arms around him quickly. "No!"
"Not about your appearance."
He frowned. "Not for myself."
He frowned playfully. "Aw." *** She held on tight. "Don't!"
"Not about appearances!'
Francis shrugged. "Kind of, for me."
".. Don't steal my soul." *** She shook her head. "Nuh uh."
She crossed her arms. "Neither do I."
Francis looked around, his head cocked slightly before he frowned, folding his hands.
"Exactly!" *** Her hand gripped his and tightly, the other his shoulder. She looked surprised, but didn't make noise, her eyes wide.
