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"Who said anything about being fair?" He readjusted his grip.
He didn't let go, but was surprised a bit. He lifted it, hoping he would reach high enough she would have to let go.
Oh boy! Another artist! It's always good to meet others. Anyways, welcome!
"I will. It's no problem, actually." He started pulling it towards himself again.
His grip tightened, and he sighed. "I'm not letting go of this stick."
"Look, I'm not going to let go, and I'm obviously stronger than you, so you might as well give up now." He began slowly pulling it towards...
He frowned, then forcefully pulled it towards himself. "Off."
He flicked her hand. "Off," he spoke in a scolding manner.
He jumped for it, extending an arm to pkeep her away so he could get it.
Francis held 19 sticks as well, and he glared at Poppy. "You will get that stick over my cold, dead body."
He looked down at his bundle, then back up, his eyes fierce. "I have the same." He rushed to get more.
He looked back at her. "How many sticks do you have?"
"You're right, I can't. Ice cream doesn't just appear. I thought you knew that?" He pulled a branch off a tree, stumbling back.
"Certain medics?" He went into another bush, grabbing a branch. "You mean you?"
He brushed the leaves out of his hair, then continued looking for sticks. "It's a problem of mine. Accepting challenges."
He pulled his head out, leaves and branches in his hair. Turning his head, he looked over at her, noticing that she was watching him. "What?"
"Oh really? I guess I'll have to prove you wrong then, won't I?" He began searching faster, going as far as sticking his head in bushes.
He went in the other direction, continuously looking around for sticks.
"If I do, then I'll be sure to land on you," he said, halfway. After a moment he was on ground. "I assume we're going to gather branches or sticks?"
He nodded, climbing down onto the first rung. "So far so good," he said teasingly, before continuing to the bottom. (Either one is fine with me,...
