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^{Still not as strong as the other, a sudden lurch forwards was carried out at the slapping against the center of his upper back; though nostalgia was quicker to hit than the dull throb of pain, a roll of orbs within orifices.}

^{Silence answered Hope when he called out to the others, a sign that they couldn’t care less whether he stayed or left at this inactive time of the day, before the man followed in the blonde’s footsteps.}

^{“I would hardly call this a dinner date though, Snow; you haven’t even brought me flowers.”}

“What? Are you askin’ for some?”

There’d been evidence within his pitch that verified his intent to tease– and it was a nostalgic thought that influenced a chuckle. No matter the situation or experience, they had always been like this– something he’d never change.

“If so, we could stop by a flower shop on our way,” his suggestion was given the moment they had stepped outside, and eyes of an icy tinge wandered in hopes of spotting their first destination.