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She smiled for a moment. "I just- Uh. Wow. I'm okay, I think?"
He rubbed the spot, then looked up at her. "No thanks. I don't really like them."
Her eyes widened for a moment in shock, before she kissed him back. She was shaking a bit, whether it be from excitement or nervousness.
He did so. Normally he would love to ignore her orders, but he knew this time it was more important.
She leaned in as well, copying his actions subconsciously. Her mouth opened to speak, but no words came out.
"Yeah. Just, don't mess up. Alright?" his tone was condescending, but also had a hint of gentleness.
"Well, whatever it was, I'm glad," she said simply, her eyes shining.
"All right. Thank you for your help, but I think I can rely on Ms. Abernathy now."
She was still for a moment, before laughing. Her nose crinkled and she looked down as she, but when she stopped, she spoke. "Honestly, how did I...
Francis pulled up his sleeves, and nodded calmly. "I am. How long do you think it will take for the side effects to begin?"
"No!" She seemed flustered. "You just make me happy, that's all," she said as an excuse, pursing her lips.
"Ugh. Be quiet before I force you to go into the waiting room." He frowned, leaning back.
She covered her mouth with her hands, before speaking up. "Because of you," she spoke quietly, as if embarrassed.
(It's Craw. It was really late when I made his sheet and I was also messing with Shazam at the time woops) "Oh yes." He rolled his eyes. "You did...
She was quiet. Her heart was pacing quickly, and she tried not to make it obvious that she was excited, and yet there was still a dumb smile on...
"So you like to see me uncomfortable? How cruel. And I thought you were a good person." He turned away, feigning a sad look on his face.
She moved closer to him, and placed a hand on his shoulder. Her expression was doting and reassuring. "I'm glad you explained to me. I won't...
"Grumpy Francis? You know you were secretly wishing I would stay knocked out. You and I both know it," he joked, a small smile forming.
She was silent for a long while, almost as if she was recalling every conversation. "I see." She was stuttering a bit, but quickly calmed down....
Francis looked at her, his mouth drawn in a tight line. "Can I help you?"
