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Tristan snorts. "Damn straight."
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Tristan grins curiously.
"Really?"
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Tristan chuckles before asking his phone what the time was.
"Well, this was a fun talk and all - but maybe you should get going." he says.
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Tristan rolls his eyes. "Mm-hmmm."
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Tristan starts to hum to himself, flopping down on the bed as well.
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Tris stops humming. "Yeah?"
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Tristan tilts his head.
"You don't have anything after?"
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Tristan chuckles.
"Where do you want to go?"
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Tristan smiles.
"I'll set something up while you're gone then."
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Tristan rolls his eyes and laughs.
"Sweetheart, you should know by now. . . I don't do sane stuff.
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Tristan snickers.
"I'll resist the urge to make a joke out of that and simply say this: I'll try, but no promises."
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"Instead of easing you into it. . . I'll ease it into you." Tristan chuckles.
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Tristan grins before rolling over, off the bed.
He lands with a solid THUNK!
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Tristan makes a noncommital noise.
"I know I just rolled off the bed. I'm blind, not dumb. And yes, I'm okay, no I don't need help."
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Tristan laughs, sweeping Lucas's legs from beneath him, causing the other boy to fall face first onto Tristan's back.