Just chilling with his best girl.

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He had her on his back as he jogged along the sidewalk, lightly huffing.

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"U-um...I guess so" resting her chin on his shoulder to speak to him. "I worry about your...style"

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"Style? Ain't much style to it" He teased. "Trust me. There's no thrill without risk. I'll be fine"

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A nod against him. She knew how much he enjoyed it. All the same, she wouldn't worry any less.

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A small rub of her leg. "You're always on my mind. I'll keep on winning because of you"

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A soft blush, lips kissing his neck.

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A soft groan from the kiss.

Sigh.

No, no. He couldn't get worked up...not here.

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"We should head back home..." mumbling against his skin

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"Sure, whatever you want Babe" a pause as he looked around before circling back around. "We can take our time heading back. No therapy today, right?"

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"Right. That isn't until tomorrow..." Nodding as she looks around. "Dean?"

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"Yeah?" He glanced back at her before crossing the street.

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"Do you think I can start training with you?"

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"Training? I mean...that's what we're doing now..."

He didn't want her pushing herself.

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"You know what I mean. I really need to get back into shape. I think I can now...without any pressure"

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"I think...uh" He wasn't too sure on this. "I don't want you to get hurt. I think you should wait on it"

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"I-I see. Once I go back to therapy we can see, okay?"

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That gave him some relief. They finally made it back to their apartment. "Home sweet home"

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Once inside, she stretches with a sigh. A gentle hand rubbing his back.

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Exhaling. He turns to kiss her cheek.

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Rubbing his cheek.

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A soft grin. He's comfy.

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"D-Don't forget, Ann and Ryuji will be here soon"

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"Huh? Oh yeah. Uh..." chin scratch. Blink.

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"Don't tell me you forgot..."

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Shaking his head rather quickly. "Nah. I know I gotta make dinner. It'll be...uh...great. yeah"

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"Do you know what you're going to make?" Giggling softly

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A chin scratch.

He sets off to the kitchen with a small hunch.

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A giggle, following him.

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Pots and pans banging around them as he scrambles for something to begin to cook

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"Did you want some help..?" Asking from over his shoulder.

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"Nah. I think I got it okay...maybe. Hey, I hear a knock?" Nodding to the door.