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He had to lean on his right arm so they wouldn't break teeth in the kiss. He pulled away and giggled. "Hehe, ow." He said quietly, he pulled her toward him, sitting down to hug her while sat up. He buried his face in her shoulder. "Are you okay?"
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"Im alright. Are you?" She asked quietly, kissing his cheek and rubbing his back soothingly and sighing. She gave him a light kiss on the head.
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"Maybe a little traumatized but unharmed." His heart was racing. Dutch climbed on Mercy's lap, licking her face.
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"Good, good." She laughed as Dutch climbed on her, kissing him on the head. "And theres my favorite boy." She laughed, pulling her hand away from Luke's back to ruffle Dutch's fur.
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He scoffed. "Am I not your favorite boy?" He mocked offense, kinda trying to push Laura out of his mind. After the whole month they'd been there Laura had remained his favorite person there, and she'd clearly adored him. He'd miss her for sure. "He's my favorite boy though."
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"Sorry, but not even you can compete with Dutch. Youre my... third favorite. Dutch, Ryan Reynolds, then you. Still, pretty high rank, ey?" She teased, doing her best to keep her mind off of the chaos that had occured within the past hour. The sun was just finishing its daily rise, tinting the earth a deep gold color.
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He gasped. "You didn't even warn me Ryan was on this list." He said in a mock offense. He looked around. "Golden hour today is going to be very impressive today I suspect." He said, letting go of her to stand up. He held his left hand out for her.
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"Ryan is always on the list." She huffed, grabbing his hand and pulling herself up. She intertwined their fingers. "God, I hope so. I could use some beauty in my life right now. Besides you two, obviously."
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He rolled his eyes. "If it makes you feel better, as a straight male he is always on my list too." He nudged her playfully. He picked up the rifle he'd kinda thrown when he knelt to wake her up. He squeezed her hand and slung it over his shoulder. "Wel, weary travelers, where to?"
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"See? I mean, he's Ryan Reynolds." She teased. "Mmmm, I think now is great time for that whole tattoo shop idea." She said sarcastically, before shrugging. "We could hang around here a while, see if anyone managed to get out, then go see if the house is good?" She shrugged, leaning down to throw her bow and quiver over her shoulder.
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