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Avice nodded. "I accept this," she said, leaning her head on his shoulder. After a moment she spoke up. "But I don't want to sleep?"
She shook her head. "I'll be fine. I think you should try to sleep," she countered, using puppy eyes.
She looked at him with a reassuring expression. "I would rather be on the ship than the countryside for now, so you shouldn't worry," she said...
"Yeah. Whatever." She jokingly rolled her eyes, and scooted closer to this. This time, she wasn't going to attack him.
She leaned against the wall, tying up her hair with a red ribbon. "Says the liar." She teased him.
"Ha! You are ticklish! I knew it all along." She sat back after getting him once or twice, satisfied with her work.
"Oh yeah?" She got on get knees menacingly, then attempted to bombard him with her 'attacks'.
"Oh? I thought you weren't ticklish?" She grinned devilishly, moving towards him again.
"Then you mind if I just..." She poked at his side, raising an eyebrow.
She sat up, and inched closer. "Are you positive?"
"Hmm. Nope! Are you sure you're not ticklish? Because I'd care to test that theory."
"I would hope I'm real. If not, I'm in need of a pretty big wake-up call." She poked his arm. "Yep! I'm real."
"I mean," she decided to lie down on her side, propping her head up, "I can't see why you wouldn't be worthy."
She looked around for a moment. "I'm glad you think that. I like giving compliments to people who deserve it."
I like cats!
"Psh. No nice things before?" She inquired, tilting her head.
She leaned back, stretching. "What are the ones you have heard?"
She pursed her lips, her brows furrowing. "Not a good enough compliment for you?" She joked.
She grinned, brushing back loose strands of hair. "You're so cute," she said, blushing slightly, but her voice was confident.
She squinted at him in disbelief. "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. You're one of the bravest people I know."
