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She gripped her knees as she sighed. "Why are you mad?"
He raised his hands. "I've incited more violence than you."
She let the windows alone, going over to the sticky note and pulling it off with a frown before sitting down next to him. "Are you mad at me?"
He laughed, his face softening. "Yeah? I see.. And my face isn't a war face?"
She frowned, going over to close some of the windows. "It's freezing in here."
He raised an eyebrow at her. "My war face? What's yours?"
She followed him, closing the door behind her. "I had to see you," she said. "To fix things.. sort it out. I don't want to be away from you."
(Yoop!)
Fleur frowned, immediately looking concerned. "Ferris.."
He chuckled, going to clean the kitchen.
Fleur hesitated, knocking on his apartment door one evening. It had been a week and a day.
"I can help with the livingroom when I'm done," he said, getting some supplies to clean.
(Zoop?)
He nodded, putting down the pen and paper and standing up. "Yeah, I agree. I'll do the kitchen."
Her frown deepened and she got into the car with a small sigh, shutting the door before it drove off.
He nodded, standing up. "Duct tape will be fine."
She got up with a frown, her brows furrowed. ".. I'll see you later, Ferris. I love you."
"For texture?" he asked, writing things down. "Alright.."
She faltered at that, dropping her hands. "Don't say that."
He nodded slowly, tilting his head. "We could do that.'
