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Abby grinned "than what could we do!?" She gave him a playful push on the shoulder
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He shrugged with a small hum and looked up at the ceiling for some ideas. "What do you humans do for fun," he asks her, "I'm not used to hanging out with my assigned humans. Most of the time I stayed invisible and tried to not make myself obvious to them."
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"What makes me so different then?" She asked with a playful grin. She pulled away to look at him
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"You're a reckless idiot who tries to get into trouble all of the time," Micah says jokingly, "but also you are a gorgeous person and I couldn't imagine my life without you."
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(we need an adventure. atleast something to make this more suspensful) she playfully scrunched her face up at his first comment but then grinned as she stood and walked to her bookshelf and looked at her books
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(God I don't know... But I do agree that we need something) Micah sat up to watch as Abby walked over and began to look at the books. He spread his wings and examined the one that had been injured and found that it was basically fully healed.
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(Lol maybe someone should see you in your angelic form and go crazy in the sense that they go to the cops. Or maybe one of the previous girls was talking to the cops and accidentally spoke of you? Just an idea) Abby picked up her favorite book and opened it to her spot. She read a paragraph before putting her bookmark back and closing it. She put the book back on the shelf and turned toward her window
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(That wouldn't be a bad idea. Probably then the police will start to search for him I would imagine.) Micah began to clean his wings by trailing a hand through them and picking out any old feathers. He glanced over at Abby occasionally to see what she was doing while still preening.
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(Yeah. Sounds good to me. You would have to start it though lol) Abby watched the neighbors dogs run around the small front yard.
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(Alright. I'll just have it that one of the girls accidentally mentioned him to the cops. Also sorry that I haven't replied. I'm going to be busy this week and next week but will try to reply when I can.) Micah left the room and headed to the kitchen to get a drink of water. His attention turned to the TV which had a reporter talking about a "angelic man" that the cops were looking for. He leaned against the couch and listened more before his eyes widened as a sketch of his face appeared on the screen.
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