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"Rose?" She asked, wondering why he used her real name. "Something wrong?" |
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"No, why do you ask?" Caden asks, a confused expression on his face as he looked up at her. |
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"You just don't usually act so...formal?" |
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He chuckled a beat, glancing back at his papers then at Rose. "What?" Caden asks, confused. |
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"It just caught me by surprise, that's all. I can see you're gonna be busy so..." She muttered, walking out and folding her arms. SHe sighed and walked up to the bedroom, sitting on the bed and doomscrolling |
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"Oh," He responded, waving her off and finishing a quarter of the papers in two hours before heading into the kitchen and making breakfast. |
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Rose sat upstairs, thinking about what he might be working on. She flipped on a movie that looked interesting after a while, not really watching |
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"Murphy, c'mere you dummy." He called, the great dane sprinting over to him. |
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Rose fell asleep after a while |
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At roughly six PM, Caden finished reviewing everything and trudged upstairs, back hurting from being in that chair all day as he got his things to shower. |
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Afternoon Showers, Sleet Possible
