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Shuddup)) She popped on the stairs and watched him in silence. She wandered back over and sat down beside him. She glanced at him from time to time, looking a bit concerned. |
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He glanced up at her, feeling watched. He double-taked, confusion written on his face. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Sitting up, he turned slightly toward her. |
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"You look a little depressed." She said flatly, shrugging and tilting her head at him. "Or maybe thoughtful. I dunno." |
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He narrowed his eyes in a mildly offended manner. "I'm thinking, thank you very much." He glared, turning back to the fire. "Why were you watching me?" |
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"What else is there to watch?" She yawned, stretching. She flopped back in the grass, stretching her arms out above her and staring at the sky. |
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"Dutch? I dunno." He huffed, it'd been a while since anyone had looked at him period, it felt kind of.. new. He couldn't tell if it was a bad new or a good new. "Planning on napping?" |
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"Maybe. Depends on if I trust you with that soup or not. I don't know, it looks a little suspiscious." She narrowed her eyes at him. |
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He gave her a look that read 'are you messing with me' and 'theres no way you're that stupid' at the same time. "You WATCHED me pour it out of cans-" He threw up his hands. "You were probably too busy arguing about being fun-sized to notice," He teased. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
