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"Well," he said, smiling at his victory, "what's something you would like to do besides braid my hair?"
Mysrical Dreamer So close.
"I'm sorry, but... I can only let you do one," he said slowly, sighing. "I apologize." He looked up her, doing the dreaded puppy eyes.
He gasped in surprise, looking up at her with raised eyebrows before continuing the charade. "Well... I'm just disappointed that you don't want...
Avice looked up at the three assistants. She crossed her arms in annoyance, but held her tongue. It was like they didn't even care, even though...
He pursed his lips, feigning sadness as he looked to the floor. "You don't want to kiss me anymore?" he asked, his voice melancholy. "I understand.."
"You're not allowed to kiss me if you continue to braid my hair," he stated, a sly grin on his face. "How do you feel about that?"
"Won't it?" he asked, moving his hand up to lightly brush her cheek with his thumb. "Wouldn't you rather do this, though?"
He kissed her passionately, grinning when he pulled away. "I love you a lot."
"Of course," he said, kissing her nose. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
Francis just sat quietly, questioning what he got himself into, though it still made him laugh a bit. "Hey, guess what?" he asked softly, a small...
"Okay. I'll be as still as a statue," he said, crossing his legs before sitting still.
He watched her go, his eyes a bit wide. He brushed back his hair, tapping his foot. "Alright.."
"Um.. No. I don't think I have," he said. "Why?"
He blushed slightly, taken a bit by surprise. "O-Oh.. Alright. I won't stop, then."
He looked at her, raising his eyebrow with a small grin "You think?" he asked, chuckling a bit. "That's very nice of you."
He kissed her cheek. "It's for a good reason, and it'll be over soon. No need to worry."
He sat on the edge of the bed, folding his hands. "How long do you think it will take?"
"It's not my fault I get hurt. It's normally other people. Not me." He raised an eyebrow and unlocked the door, opening it.
"You're right. It totally is. You got to see me loopy twice."
