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"Well then, since we have our own sides, and we can't cross, then I guess you don't get hugs or kisses."
He laughed softly. "Maybe fifteen?"
"I'll get it while you're sleeping," she said. "And you won't get any."
"Just ten more minutes?"
She laughed, her head tilting slightly. "I'll hoard all of the food on my side, then."
He smiled. "Me too."
She grinned. "Perfect. It'll be fine then."
He kissed the top of her head. "I guess he is."
"As long as you don't get angry with me for making messes, we should be fine."
He frowned. "Oh dear.'
"I have no problem with that," she told him. "Being stuck with you is okay."
He brushed his fingers through her hair. "I suppose so. Also.. why are we on the floor?"
She took his hands and looked up at him. "At least you came back."
He laughed lightly. "It's okay. It was my own fault."
She looked over at him, sitting up. "Hi.. You cold?'
He sighed, watching the ceiling. "Bleh."
Avice sat in the room patiently, lying back on the bed.
He rolled his eyes, lying back again. "Drinking is stupid."
(Time skip?)
"Not until later."
