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He sighed softly, his voice soothing. "It's okay. Where are you?"
"You just gotta relax," she teased. "Relaaaax."
"Hey Poppy. Are you okay?"
She grinned at him, tilting her head. "Not at all?"
Francis sighed and pulled out his phone, going to call her.
"Pfft. You'd lose!"
"Thanks," he murmured, distractedly leaving afterwards.
She pursed her lips. "Maybe."
"I better go find Poppy," he said, tilting his head. "It was nice to see you."
She gave a nod. "Definitely!"
"Neither do you," he said, standing up. "I'm willing to take a chance."
"Crazy flexible," she teased.
"I'm not."
"Nope," she said, "ballet is fun too."
"It's not urgent if we know everything will be fine." He crossed his arms. "It's our decision."
She grinned. "It's definitely fun," she said. "All types of dancing."
"Your concern came across a bit harsh."
"I dance like a normal person," she said. "Dancing is fun!"
He cocked his head. "A little."
She laughed. "You make attempts."
