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"Really?" he murmured. "I disagree."
She laughed softly, giving him a quick kiss. "I know that."
He raised an eyebrow. "Do you think it won't work?"
She grinned. "I still don't fear you."
"Phos," Francis said, his voice a bit stern. "If there's anything you would like us to know, then tell us."
She blushed slightly. "Oh.. I guess I was wrong then, huh..?"
Francis traced her hand quietly. "Is it about how soon it is?"
She nodded. "Certain."
"Not the fish," Francis replied. "That would be weird."
She pursed her lips. "Pretty sure."
"Neither is superior currently," he said. "We'll find out eventually."
"I have nothing to be afraid of," she said, her eyes bright. "You don't bite."
"So dogs still aren't better then," he decided.
"You're cute and handsome. Though, they generally mean the same thing."
Francis raised an eyebrow. "It's obviously a fish."
She kissed him. "It's true," she teased. "I love you for your trophiness too. And cause you're cute."
Francis nodded slightly. "I normally would wait longer, but.. I didn't want to."
"No," she told him. "I want you for you."
He took her hand. "It feels short to me."
She grinned, kissing his jaw. "That's not true."
