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He looked at her, turning on his side. "Mm. Minimalistic would be a good word to describe it. There's some papers here and there, and then Finn."
She watched him for a moment, her eyebrows raised. "Um, I'm pretty sure I'm terribly innocent," she said, her gaze affectionate.
"Good, good," he said, then went to lay on his back, putting his arms behind his head as he watched the sky.
She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out, so she knot squinted at him. "Shush."
"I know," he replied, leaning down to kiss her. "That's why I said it."
"I thought we established that you were the dirty liar of this pair." She crossed her arms, but smiled slightly. "I was just trying to help."
"I know, but still..." He tilted his head slightly, then looked at her. "I'll always love you."
"I am not," she said indignantly. "I am trying to make it sound like you can dance. It's a favor."
"I was kind of worried you wouldn't accept it," he admitted, kissing her forehead.
"Alright," she said, passing it to him. "Also, I think you can dance. It's just... your own way of dancing."
"Was it too soon?" he asked, his fingers gently brushing her cheek.
"I hope it is," she said, readjusted the folded easel in her arms. "I might just force you to dance with me again."
He nodded, crossing his legs. "Of course."
"Because there's a lot of things to do there," she said, looking over at him. "Are you not?"
He turned his head to kiss the top of hers, evidently in thought. "I love you."
"Yeah," she said, beginning to walk. "I'm excited for this."
"Oh," he said, looking around before sitting next to her. "This is lovely."
"Definitely not," she said, her eyes bright. "Something like this should never be trash."
"I'm going to take that as a yes," he decided, following along.
(Subtle hinting) "Of course I do," she said, crossing her arms. "I see no reason why I wouldn't."
