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“I’m not sure if I even like you yet, I only just met you after all,” he pointed out. “Well then call me childish, I enjoy it, it’s a freeing color,” he shrugged, looking away at his next comment. “I think you’ve pegged me wrong, I’m shy, maybe a bit childish, but I’m not a pushover,” he began to move down the road a bit. “You still want to see the town?”
“Oh darling.. Sooner or later you’ll learn: everyone loves me, or loves to hate me. Some even hate that they love me, but they never dislike me. I’m too charming.” Marshall shrugs. “Freeing in a color? You know what’s freeing? Doing as you please. Not being trapped in this bubble.” The end part being grumbled out because he hated this town still. “Not a push over? That’ll be something you have to prove because I don’t believe it for a second, pet.” With a small laugh and the roll of his eyes he was shoving off to walk next to Ford. “I don’t really give a shit about the town, but sure.”














