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"Oh, c'mon," he said, nudging her. "I'm just teasing."
"Aren't you excited?" he teased. "I'm sure you are."
"We'll see," he said, crossing his arms calmly. "I'm sure they'll work fine."
"It's for the dreams. I think you should do it. It's only a temporary side effect, anyways," he said reassuringly. "It's not that bad."
"If you even remember," he said. "Sometimes you forget everything that happened."
"I hope he doesn't think that I did it," he said half-jokingly. "Speaking of loopy Poppy, I'm pretty excited to meet her."
"Fine. I will have to punch myself in the face, then. That, or you'll do it while you're loopy."
"But this was physical," he said, shaking his head before his expression turned playful. "I don't consider it even until I get punched the face."
He looked her from the corner of his eye, frowning a bit. "I really am sorry," he said. "I should have been there sooner."
He took her hand, squeezing as they went. "Does it hurt?" he asked, tilting his head.
"Alright," he said slowly, before standing up and offering her a hand. "And we could get some of the stuff for bruises, too, right?"
"I was listening to the conversation for a moment.. I was too late to stop him from hitting you, but I should have intervened earlier." His voice...
"I can't believe he did that. If he ever comes up to us again, I'll... I don't know. I'll do something worse. You didn't deserve that. He's just a...
Francis turned back to Poppy, his expression softening into worry. "Are you okay? Does it hurt?" he asked, moving to hold her gently.
Francis lightly brushed over the bruise with a concerned sigh. He looked up at Evan, his eyes narrow. "I think you should leave."
"I wouldn't do that to her," he said harshly, kneeling down next to Poppy. "I'm not like you."
(HE DID NOT JUST DO THAT IN FRONT OF FRANCIS) Francis let go of his leg in disbelief, pausing for a moment. "You can hit people if your hand is...
Francis put a foot on the front of his calf. It wasn't enough to break anything, but if he stomped, his tibia would definitely snap. "You would...
Francis moved swiftly out of the way, then stuck his leg out to trip him.
(Makes me so mad.) He turned back to Evan, giving him a deadly stare. "I'm not letting you leave without injury this time."
