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Buh. Um. Beautiful I uh.
[ where does he start. lifting stumperella up, planting kisses to scrap sections. does he bring up her weight loss? girls don’t like that, right? ]
Chu. There there, you did so good. Did uh. Chu. Did you do something with your hair, too? Chu. * 😊
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“Doesn’t it? It’s always full of such. . thoughtfulness. Communication. Maybe it’s the presence, the surroundings, but it’s such a unique, isolated range of flavour. .”
Thoughts drifted away a while, then returning with a few nods snapping attention back to the present.
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Just as tilt reaches its final angle, breath gasps and cheer swells. Whichever the reason, he takes it to mean what he wants most — reason and frivolity enough to pounce upon her with an unabashed embrace.
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There it was; that twitch he’d been looking for, eliciting a cheerful, nigh-innocent smile — shaken off with an inhale burning relief’s end bright.
“What do you dream about?”
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“Nooo. But, it can’t hurt knowing you’re willing to help.”
Always some intent or another behind his actions, it seems; that or an excuse, hidden behind quiet eyes.
He fails to catch it. All the same, he picks the thing up shortly.
“‘Sides, I had harder questions.”
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