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He cringed, leaning away. "Please don't. It will literally ruin everything."
"I don't see you wearing ugly straw hats or overalls, so I think you're okay." He crossed his arms. "And you don't spit tobacco everywhere."
"That's good. They're the only type of place that I feel comfortable in. There's not... Hmm, country people or anything there. In their ugly straw...
"Oh... It looks nice-ish? I guess?" He stepped away. "I guess I'm just more used to cities."
"Maybe I secretly see you as a wet towel, then," he said, approaching the window, looking out.
"True, they are two different things, but that just means you're bad at being anything but nice." He grinned. "I'll see it when I believe it."
"I decided that when I realized you probably couldn't be mean if your life depended on it," he said, good expression teasing her. "I mean, you...
Maybe?
"Oh, ouch. You are mean," He said indignantly. "I thought only I was allowed to be mean."
(Goodnight!) "Hm. You have a point. Alright, since you're so boring to talk to, I'm leaving," he said teasingly, walking to the door.
Francis turned around. "We're finally there. It's about time," he said. "The conversation had nowhere else to go, really."
"Oh. That's interesting," he said, rubbing one of his temples. "Sounds... science-y."
He stood up, looking down at it. "What's this for?"
"Wow. That was a weak attempt," he said raising an eyebrow. "You've never done that before, have you?" he asked, chuckling and turning to look at...
"Of course I'm doubting you. Nobody has ever made me blush. Ever." He crossed his arms, tilting his head. (Hey now, I only said kinda and he...
"Oh, yeah right," he said sarcastically. "I'm sure you could. Totally." (Francis will never blush in front of anyone. Or at least visibly. He has...
He spoke in a spooky voice, turning to her solemnly. "Having you melt under my very touch."
He frowned, pulling himself away and sitting on the bed. "I give up. I didn't expect for you to be that hard to break."
He got close to her face, his expression was alluring. "Hm. Odd. It could be the fact that I really am hopelessly in love with you," he said,...
He put a finger under her chin, giving her a smug look. "My apologies, Ms. Abernathy. I don't know what's come over me."
