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"Hmm," she murmured, tapping her chin. "Yep, I think that could work. Besides, looting is Edolier is probably a terrible choice."
"Hm. You suppose. Does the fact that I'm a pianist help?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
She cocked her head, watching him for a moment before chuckling. "Well, when you say it like that it makes me feel bad... I'll loot anything else...
"Hmph. Why don't you just go back to playing the viola, hm?" he joked. "Quit mocking my instrument choice."
She dropped the rag, shaking her head with a frown. "Sorry, Jack, but this partnership only pertains to finding the killer. Nothing else."...
"I didn't like it as much over time," he admitted, opening his eyes to look at her. "Wasn't feeling it."
"Hah," she laughed wryly, then stood up. "Gotta Love a guy who makes fun your mad homicide skills, right?"
"I used to play bassoon," he said, smiling slightly. "Not anymore."
"Shush," she said, focusing on a difficult area of cleaning. "You're hurting my feelings."
He shut his eyes, just enjoying the moment. He was silent, aside from a murmur he made from the back of his throat.
"Huh," she said, looking back down at the cannon. "Cool. I like you, too."
He rested his head on the table, watching her. His expression affectionate and adoring.
"Do you like me?" she asked seriously, looking up at him.
He shut his eyes as she did, grinning slightly. "I love you."
"Why do you care?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
"I'm just teasing," he said, resting his head on his hand. "I can't do that."
"I had a feeling that would be it," she said, continuing as well. "Probably shouldn't have considered the other option."
"It's a punishment for your wrong-doings," he said, brushing back a lock of her hair.
(THEY CAN'T YETTTTT I WANT THEM TO, THOUGH.) "I don't know, Jack." She shrugged, standing up. "Judging from the way you act, I could either just...
(TOP KEK) "I was just joking," he said. "I know you can do that."
