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[Go kiss Luther. He is also quite tall.

He'll also lean down to spare some height. It will be brief and soft but a kiss nonetheless.]

[failedsafe]

[She draws back after a moment, smiling and giving him another kiss but on the cheek this time.]

Thank you!

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But of course. If I may...

[He motions to her hair. Is it up or down?]

[failedsafe]

Go ahead.

[her hair is down today, just an inch or two above the floor. she hasn't done anything with it.]

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[He nods. And if she doesn't mind waiting, he will braid it for her.]

[failedsafe]

[oh she can't see it yet but she's smiling and excited, he always does such beautiful things with it when he does.]

You really like doing hair.

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I've had a few daughters with hair as long as yours. Though I do think you take the prize for being the most bubbly.

[failedsafe]

[she giggles]

I'll start to think I'm one of your daughters, at this rate.

[which obviously would never happen]

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I think you'd enjoy being Wildfire's sister.

[failedsafe]

Already adopted, actually...

[her voice softens.]

Sometime ago. We were just kidding at first, but, in the end, I guess we were really just kidding ourselves.

[she laughs a little, genuine, but very wistful.]

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[Putting a hand on the top of her head.]

That's wonderful. And I mean that with the upmost sincerity.

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I know.

[whether because it's wonderful or his meaning it she doesn't elaborate.]

He...wrote me...and...

[she's tearing up a bit maybe before wiping her eyes.]

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Would you like to also get dressed up in an ugly sweater and write him a letter back with me?

Truly the only fitting punishment for his act.

[failedsafe]

[her face is red and she rubs her eyes furiously. it's hard to stop crying.]

Yeah, I'd like that. Who gave that silly boy the right.

[and he's not here for her to pull his face or anything.

she's dressed as a sexy santa but she wants to see what the ugly sweater hype's about too!! it can be both.]

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[He kneels down and gives her a hug.]

He is a silly boy, isn't he? Much beloved and missed. Will you follow him?

I daresay you should wear that skirt and just put an atrocious sweater on top.

[failedsafe]

[She hugs him back, perhaps a bit tighter than she intends.]

...I have to go back to where I came from, but I miss him every day. Every day.

[but she looks thoughtful at the suggestion.]

Yeah, I think you're right.

[best?? worst??? of both worlds.]

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Then write him every day. He would love it.

[He is amused and not letting go of the hug just yet.]

Of course I'm right. Now, the louder, the better.

[failedsafe]

[She'll do you one better]

Possessed of winsome height
And very devoid of light
Yet such a welcome sight
When problems are a blight
There's Alex, always right

1/3

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If only that were true. You'll find my success rate is not as high as you boast.

[failedsafe]

Fine, often.

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That I will concede to.

[Waving her over to some nice, festive backdrop.]

Your phone.

[failedsafe]

[She hands him her phone eagerly]

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[He will take a few pictures for her and hand her phone back.]

A suitable backdrop to add for your letters. Though you could make a variety if you wish.