[ she sniffs hard and, voice muffled, whines, ] Black isn't even a colour. It's a shade.
[ she uncrosses her arms and pinches the fabric of his shirt. how can she lose her memories and believe that, of all things? who would even let her have black as a favourite colour?
this man would. because he seems to know telling her the colour she named as her favourite is a shade would only upset her further. ]
[ katherine purses her lips as she narrows her eyes in thought. does it speak ill of her if she wants him to tell her why she likes the colour? she knows that she has to shuffle her pride to the side and let him help her. ]
[ she cracks a smile, crinkling her eyes slightly. ]
That sounds more accurate. The second one.
[ while she tries to recall those shirts and picture them clearly in her mind, she settles for honing in on that feeling of comfort and familiarity. it sounds right to her.
she scrunches up her nose and tilts her head to the side as she teases, ] Although, I think it's quite arrogant of you to assume that they were yours in the first place.
[ katherine scoffs, pulling a face that clearly shows she disagrees. ]
I may not remember much right now, but we both know that's not true. I was always around. [ she smiles, twisting on the spot. she taps his nose. ] Watching you.
[ she bites her bottom lip as she arches her brow slightly. she may not remember much, but that feels normal. she definitely fishes for compliments, doesn't she? ]
A number would be good. It'll help with my memory.
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( he reaches to rub her back, making soothing circles with his fingers. )
Your favorite color is black. Or dark blue.
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[ she uncrosses her arms and pinches the fabric of his shirt. how can she lose her memories and believe that, of all things? who would even let her have black as a favourite colour?
this man would. because he seems to know telling her the colour she named as her favourite is a shade would only upset her further. ]
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( he reaches to push her hair out of her face and rub his thumbs against her cheeks. )
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Why do I like that colour?
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( or really — )
Your shirts that used to be mine are that color.
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That sounds more accurate. The second one.
[ while she tries to recall those shirts and picture them clearly in her mind, she settles for honing in on that feeling of comfort and familiarity. it sounds right to her.
she scrunches up her nose and tilts her head to the side as she teases, ] Although, I think it's quite arrogant of you to assume that they were yours in the first place.
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( wow, katherine, come on. he'd had those shirts for a lot longer than they'd been together. )
Those shirts have been with me longer than our relationship right now. They were there when you weren't.
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I may not remember much right now, but we both know that's not true. I was always around. [ she smiles, twisting on the spot. she taps his nose. ] Watching you.
[ like a creep. ]
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( he says it affectionately, at least. )
A very cute stalker.
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[ she bites her bottom lip as she arches her brow slightly. she may not remember much, but that feels normal. she definitely fishes for compliments, doesn't she? ]
A number would be good. It'll help with my memory.
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( he knows you, katherine. )
So, I'm going to stick with very cute.
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How do you know? I might be very satisfied with your number! It might help me remember things.
[ like all the times she stalked him, for one. ]
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( he is not getting pulled into that if he can help it. )
It's a big number. That's all I'll say.