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She turned to look at him. "Do you want that?" (MAYBE WHEN SHE'S DRUNK LOL THAT WAY SHE DOESN'T REMEMBER)
"You know I could help you with that," he said cheekily, raising an eyebrow at her.
She looked up at him. "It's not what I wish for," she said, gripping her rag a little tighter. (Avice, you cuck)
"You know you could have asked for help, right? Knocking over tubas is a serious offense," he said with a smile, his tone feigned frustration.
"Be quiet, Jack. We're friends." Her tone was strange, like the words were forced, and she rolled her eyes at him. You wouldn't like someone like...
"I see," he said, gently wiping the dust away. "Hard to find?"
She grumbled, going to her fifth cannon. "Whatever, Curnow. I've been cleaning cannons way longer than you, so don't act all high and mighty,"...
He sighed, watching her go. His eyes were full of adoration as he rested his head on his hand. "Love you..." he mumbled, fully knowing that she...
"Really? I thought it was in your pocket," he said sarcastically, but kissed her hand before she let go.
She tensed a bit when he touched her, but she didn't say anything. "You're mean. And besides, I've done this a bunch of times, so there's no way...
He laughed, and sat down at a table. "Guess not."
"Yes you did! Why are you avoiding my question?" She went and stood in front of him, hands on her hips. "Hmm?"
"No, not at all. I just don't feel it today, that's all," he said, looking down at her with an affectionate smile.
(Asking the real questions) "And I do care. About opinions. Your opinion, really." She crossed her arms. "Besides, you got flustered when I said...
"Sure, that sounds nice. I don't know if I'll play today, though," he decided. "Unless you want me to."
"I did not! In fact, I was trying to mock you, and then you go and do that and make me all flustered!" She threw her hands up in the air. "You...
"I'm not sure," he said, shrugging. "Do you have any ideas?"
She blushed, but hid her face in her hands. "You're ridiculous, you know that?" she mumbled, peeking at him through her fingers.
"Yeah, I know. I'll do it later, though. They're most likely to answer the call in the evening," he replied, recalling his time when he was younger.
"Yes, actually. It does matter to me. Your opinions matter a lot to me." She pulled the cloak tighter around her, grinning at him.
