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(Aren't all wealthy people?) He stopped, holding the door open. "I'd better be. All those years of work must mean something." (I'm also working...
"I do. I have played piano since I was very young, and now I normally do it when I am bored, stressed, angry, or have nothing better to do. I...
(Not so secret anymore, hehe) "That's understandable," he said, standing up. "I know it's unlikely, but do you think they have a piano here? I...
(Spend one more night, maybe, to fulfill Poppy's hopes of going to the observatory at night.) "What makes you say that?"
(Oops, I thought I posted.) He lifted his shoulders, readjusting his position. "Alright, but don't be sad when I reject you."
"I would never go so low as to forcing you to admit you like me. I'm not that shallow. I'm just suggesting things, that's all."
"Oh hush now. You know you were worried about me." He grinned, raising an eyebrow.
"No, not even then. They're giving you the gun so you can defend yourself, not shoot them."
"I won't try to kill anyone, and neither will you. It won't be tolerated," he said sternly, crossing his arms.
"Heh. That would be embarrassing, I suppose." He shrugged.
He nodded. "Landed right on my face. It surprised me, too."
"I have no idea. They didn't specify, so I guess we'll have to find out later." He cracked his knuckles, then felt the bruise. "This morning was...
"Probably. Especially without all the light pollution," he said, looking up.
"You have a point there, but it's easier to just not think about that," he said, sitting against the wall opposite of her.
"Have you never been on a plane before?" He turned to her, his head tilted slightly.
He raised an eyebrow, putting thought into her words. Walking over to a wall, his back facing her, he stared out into the distance. "It's nice."
Francis walked out into the room, his eyes widening a bit, but he didn't let his expression change by much. "It's- It's something, that's for sure."
He climbed up after, watching his surroundings. "You seem excited to be showing this."
He put his hands in his pockets. "Alright. Sure. Sounds like something to do."
"No, I don't believe I have." He tilted his head ever so slightly. "Why?"
