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"Sure, I'll stay. I've got nothing else to do." He crossed his arms. "I'll make sure you're not plotting against me."
Her words reassured him, and he sighed with relief. "Alright. It will all be okay. Thank you," he said softly, then kissed the top of her head.
"Oh, boy. Should I be worried that they won't like me? I totally see where they come from, but what if they think I'm vain, or careless, or a...
He raised an eyebrow. "They weren't? I mean, I have my reasons, but why didn't they like him?"
Tuna sandwich and noodles, cause real dinners are too much to handle.
"That's a good idea. I'm sure they'll be excited to hear that," he said casually, putting his hands in his pockets.
He shrugged. "I'm not sure. On any normal day at my home I'd probably watch a movie or go to a cafe, but we aren't there. What do you want to do?"
"Alright, good. Thank you." He looked over at Poppy, then began walking back.
He nodded, glancing at the paper. "Yes. We have a note requesting a leave of absence that we would like to be sent to whoever is in charge and...
(Salty™ It will happen eventually) Francis looked around, spotting the office and walking over. He set the note on the desk, his fingers tapping...
"Fine, but you should only use that power when you need to." He looked at her, head tilted. "It could be deemed too effective."
"If you do, then not in front of me. I'll probably end up feeling bad, or something. Fake crying is just like real crying without the meaning, but...
He smiled at her, taking her hand and walking. "Obviously. They can't just deny someone who has been through a traumatic experience."
He stood up as well, taking the paper. "I'm sure they'll approve."
"Yeah, let's do that," he said folding the paper neatly in half.
"Alright. It's been noted," he said, looking back down. After a moment he held up the paper. "Alright. It's all done. The only problem now, is...
He looked up from the paper at her, tapping the pen. "Oh, I'm sure it's not as bad as I think. I've never had to deal with mischievous siblings...
"Oh great," he said before sarcastically, "I'm sure that's going to be fun."
(Yeah, that's good!) "Yeah, that's a good base. I'll make it a bit longer and more formal sounding," he said, quickly printing things down.
"Maybe a couple days? I have no idea." He started writing things down. His handwriting was a neat, and written in cursive. "Hmm. Let's just...
