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Francis frowned. "Beethoven is badass. His dad was terrible."
"I'll show you next time," she said. "Is that okay?"
She looked up at him. "Average," she answered quietly. "Are you?"
He raised an eyebrow. "You think so?'
"I don't like people to see messes," she replied. "That's all."
Her hand reached up to rub his back, her touch gentle.
He looked around, his head tilting slightly.
She squinted at him. "I have to organize."
She didn't say anything at first, just held his arm protectively and reassuringly, occasionally looking up at him.
He grinned. "Awesome."
"It's not cheating," she said sternly. "I'm just not ready."
Avice took a small step back in surprise, holding Jack's hand firmly. After a moment, she went to follow Natalia.
"What types of things are here?" he asked curiously.
She shook her head. "Nuh uh. Not this time."
Avice went to Jack uncertaintly, her shoulder brushing his.
He tilted his head, kissing the top of her head. "It's a good thing we're doing it now."
She frowned. "Right now?"
Avice watched carefully. Stuff like this always made her a bit nervous, but seeing Natalia in action was intriguing to her.
"Really?" he asked curiously. "When did you hear about it?"
She looked at him. "Do you want to?"
