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"Work, people, things. The normal stuff, y'know?" He glanced at her. "It's not often that I do that, though."
She followed, poking his back after a moment. "What're you gonna do once we get there? After the important things?"
"The cafe, and maybe sometimes the top of a skyscraper. The latter is usually when I'm stressed or mad, though."
She seemed confused, but nodded. "Oh.. alright."
"It's not, usually," he said. "I find it enjoyable."
"Then what is it?" Her head tilted, and she raised an eyebrow.
"I don't quite have a favorite place," he said lowly. "I just take walks aimlessly around the block."
"Is that how it always is?" she asked. "Fast?"
"Thank you," he said with a smile, then squeezed her hand.
"Why was your heart beating fast if you weren't scared?" she asked. "Are you sick?"
"Good," he replied. "I try."
"Well, your heart is beating to keep you alive, but I'm not sure why it's quick." She cocked her head.
"And I'm dating you, which is basically all of the good things combined." She raised an eyebrow.
"No, no," she said. "I think you're the scared one, cause your heart is beating faster, now."
"Is that what it's called?" he asked, a small grin on his face.
She stood right in front of him, a frown on her face before resting her forehead on his chest. "Uggghhh, but I'm lazy."
"It's just one fish," he said, shaking his head. "And, I don't have many things up. Maybe just done pictures of photography. It's mostly just...
"Do you want me to beat you up?" she asked, taking a step towards him.
"A bit aways," he said. "I know it's vague, but I don't know the distance exactly."
"Because," she said smartly, "you were being mean to me."
