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He looked back up at the sky in thought. "I wish that everything turns out alright. No more problems," he thought to himself, then glanced at...
"How am I supposed to know if it's good? I can't even tell you what it is." He readjusted the blanket.
"A sin to not wish on a shooting star? Oh dear. I'm afraid I've sinned more times than I can count," he said, his expression feigning sadness and...
[IMG] A thing I did while in a group call! It was fun to make
He looked at her, head tilted slightly. "Should I? I have too many things to wish for to pick one," he said, turning back. "Alright, I think of...
"Is it? I didn't think I could find it, considering how many stars there are," he said, smiling slightly. After a moment, he was quiet, once again...
Francis looked closely, squinting. "Are their arms connected? Am I seeing that right?"
"Hmmm. I think I see it? I'm not sure." He was actually trying to find it, but got distracted most of the time when he remembered shooting stars....
"I think I could use some. I'm... Not quite the best at this," he said, his voice quiet as he searched.
Francis sat on the floor, looking back up. "I'm going to find more constellations. It'll happen eventually."
He began making his way to the observatory, trying to remember the past route. Once they got there, he opened the door for her.
Francis awaited outside, this time he brought his own blanket. His hair was slightly messy, and he wore a white T-shirt with long pajama pants. He...
(omg yes) About two and a half hours later, there was a light knock on Poppy's door.
"Yeah." He nodded. "Couple hours," he said, then turned and went to his room, sitting on the bed for a few moments, deep in thought.
He squinted at her, crossing his arms. "That wasn't my fault. They're too confusing."
He thought about it. "Maybe two hours? I can knock on your door, if you want."
He nodded, waving it off and opening his own door. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just a reaction thing."
He grabbed her hand instinctively. His grip was strong, and just short of painful. He looked at her strangely, then let go, remembering what was...
He didn't bother opening his, and his hands rested neatly on his lap. "Good," he said quietly. Minutes later he dozed off, his breaths slowing.
He shut his eyes, sighing. "You'll join me, won't you? It won't be like last time."
