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He kissed her. "That's a good thing."
Once he opened the drawer, he would see everything neatly folded, and organized in shirts, pants, sweaters, etc.
His eyes widened in surprise, and he stepped away. "I-I'll see you later," he stuttered, before hurrying away.
He grinned. "I know you well."
Once he got to her room, he would find it in a very neat condition. The easel facing a corner with a folder of paintings that were finished and...
He turned to face her. "Yes?"
"Right." He nodded. "Then you're probably the witch, right?"
"Love you," she said, tilting her head.
He gave a quick nod. "Yeah. Later."
"Thank you," he said, "cause the truth is that I'm a wizard."
She nodded, pausing to put her hair up into a loose bun. "Thank you."
He frowned. "Right. Yeah."
"I'm not," he said. "I promise."
She thought for a moment. "Hm. Anything that looks comfortable."
"Well, yeah," he said. "Isn't it obvious?"
"I'm not," he said. "I just like the night time."
"Could you?" she asked. "I'd appreciate it."
"Well I care about you," he said. "Obviously I would."
"I like that time," he said. "It's almost as good as midnight."
"All of my clean clothes are in my room," she said with a frown.
