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"It's- It's... It's not okay. That wasn't okay." His voice was a bit shaky, and we just wanted to help her and hold her, but he refrained, looking...
He stopped immediately, his grip loosening on the man as he turned around, looking at Poppy with a concerned face. He slowly let him go, letting...
He shoved her away in his adrenaline-filled rage, maybe a little harder than he intended. "Get back!"
Francis easily dodged the attempt, but then knelt on the ground above the man, much like he did for when he fought Evan. His eyes were narrow and...
"Do you think I care?" he asked angrily, standing over him before kicking his side aggressively. "You disgust me."
He punched the man in front of him without question. "She's not yours," he said, his voice a growl. "So step the *squee!* off."
"You *squee!*ing heard," he said, his tone low. "Get away."
He tensed immediately, finding the source of the sound. "Get away from her," he said, upon approaching. "Get the hell away."
Blackened Blue Woo!
He stood up, a bit concerned, and walked over, rolling up his sleeves to his elbows. "Poppy?"
He nodded, taking a seat on the ground as he watched the waves. "Okay. I'll be right here."
He reached down, picking up a broken piece of a shell. "You are very welcome, my love."
"I think you're cool," he said, leaning down to kiss her cheek. "The coolest."
He raised an eyebrow. "Do you not think so?"
"Hey, I was just kidding." He squeezed her hand. "Of course you're cool."
"That's boring," he said. "I thought you were cool."
"But... It would just be a pinecone, right?" he scoffed. "It's just a plant."
"Hm. Well. You're a bit of a rule-follower when you're camping, aren't you?" he teased.
"So... what, did you collect pinecones?" He raised an eyebrow, starting to walk.
"No," he said, pursing his lips, "but they are fun to find, especially the good ones. Haven't you ever done it?"
