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He didn't close the door, but turned on the sink, waiting as the old pipes sputtered to life. He began to tend to his wounds, wiping off the blood.
She looked a little panicked, tilting her head. “Abel, you’ll be caught.”
He only shook his head, pushing himself up, holding his side as he limped over to the bathroom. “It’s fine. Go back to sleep.”
She paused, a look of shock crossing her face. “You’re... what?”
He laughed weakly, trying to sit up. “I shouldn’t have stolen it. It’s fine; we’ll still be able to find your necklace.”
He looked in bad shape, curled up slightly. His face was battered and he was holding his stomach, his breathing ragged. Still, he gave her a small...
"But how?" she pressed, crossing her arms.
He made almost an indetectable shake of his head, urging her to stay silent. Another kick to his stomach caused him to curl up, facing away from...
She seemed interested, resting her head on her hand. "What are you going to do?"
"The boss isn't happy," the man warned, stepping into the room. "He feels... insulted, you might say. He thinks that maybe you don't remember your...
"What's your next mission?" she asked curiously.
He moved above her, looking like he was pulling her sheets back to make her bed quickly. The pounding got louder and once he had tidied her bed,...
"What kind of planning?" she asked curiously, leaning against the counter.
(Yoop!) That night, she would be awakened by someone pounding on the door. Ferris sat up, his eyes wide, and he turned to her. "Get under the...
She rolled her eyes before closing the fridge, turning to look at him. "Now what?"
Ferris was quiet as they both drifted off to sleep.
She seemed bummed, frowning at him. “You realize that you have personally insulted everything I stand for, yes?”
He laid back on the bed over the covers, closing his eyes.
“Abel,” she said sternly. “You need to eat a cupcake.”
“I’m not popular here,” he said evasively. “Let’s just go to bed.”
