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Kayla sat there, her eyes not down-cast but instead alert and looking around quickly |
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"Hey, are you okay?" He asks, seeing her eyes dart around. |
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"Yup, you defanitly have." He said quietly, remembering the-uh....memories. AKA the 'gallery' on his neck. |
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Kayla looked at Gale, a soft smile on her face. She reached one hand up, took his face in her hand, and kissed him softly |
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Gale kissed her back, wanting her back instead of this-yeah im out of words-so just this. |
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"I love you" She said softly after breaking away. |
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"I love you more," Gale promises, smiling softly. |
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"I have an idea..." She said softly. "How many daggers do you have?" She asked softly |
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"Only two, couldn't get my other two while in a cell in Feinburgg." He explained, pecking her cheek. |
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