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He glanced at her, frowning. "Just a cancerous tumor," he said sarcastically. "Not much."
Avice was quiet, only watching thoughtfully as she placed her hands behind her back.
He nodded, his hand squeezing hers. "Yeah, let's go."
He took it, and began poking around. It was very obvious that this bored him, and he returned the probe quickly.
"I'm glad," she replied, her tone thoughtful. "I feel the same way."
Francis patted Tom, then looked up. "You ready?"
Francis drew his own diagram, albeit he seemed to be doing a great job, as drawing was not one of his better skills.
She blushed slightly, but turned her head away. "I'm sure there are much better team mates than me, but thank you."
He chuckled, standing to the side as he watched, his head tilted with amusement.
"Nice sarcasm," he commented. "Now, can we just get this over with?"
"I'll always be right behind you," she said with a grin. "I promise."
"I don't care," he said. "Just as long as I'm with you."
"He's an *squee!*, is what I mean. And super annoying." He slid the frog between them. "That's what I mean."
She smiled at him. "I like that mindset. It's very nice."
"C'mon. Just let me take care of you," he said, raising an eyebrow.
He grinned slightly, but it was likely out of amusement at her irritation. "Yes, that's what I said," he replied.
"I'll ask everyone, obviously. Just to prove you're respected."
"You're not. Trust me." He tilted his head.
"So, I suppose we get to that together, hm? I think it will be interesting." He clicked his pen.
"I'm pretty sure you're respected. I respect you a lot. I can prove people respect you," she said, raising an eyebrow.
