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“I wouldn’t dare give up our books, you never know when we might want to dive back into them.” He gently held her hands while she bounced. “So a new room and shelves? I can do this with your help, my dear.”

“Yes! Yes! Big wall of windows! I’ll make glass for panes!” She swayed, fiery hair bouncing across her shoulders. “So many books. So many new worlds through book!”

"You are so talented, Zannah.. We could create so many beautiful things together." He tips his head to the side. "I love going to new worlds and just losing myself there, but I can never stay for too long because I enjoy losing myself with you."

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“Books! New books? We can get yes? Do we have to give up the old?” The youthful woman bounced up and down eagerly. “The mechanic will build more shelves yes? And a new reading room? This one can help!”

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"I wouldn't dare give up our books, you never know when we might want to dive back into them." He gently held her hands while she bounced. "So a new room and shelves? I can do this with your help, my dear."

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"The view is breathtaking." He attempted to hide his grin.

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“My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.”

— L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

Marcus looked across the table at his daughter with a grin as they drank their morning coffee. "Why was the tomato blushing? Because it saw the salad dressing..." He began to laugh at his own joke.

“Dad. Gods. No. Not again.” She reached out and tried to smack him with a paper fan. “I take it you and the other Honeymann sibling are getting along well?”

“I suppose you could say so.. But what about you and, Razor? Are his memories returning, or are you both having to start in the beginning stages?”

“It’s better to start over. We’re not the same people we were.” She looked down. “His name is Sam. I haven’t told him other wise.”

“So he hasn’t seen the little secret between your legs.” He smirks and suddenly realized how bad that sounds. “I mean I have seen you asleep flopping around here and there in your shorts.”

“Dad. I know you know about the scarification. You were the one who over saw it.” She laughed. “I remember so distinctly. RAZOR THAT’S TOO DEEP.” She mimicked his booming voice and laughed.

“You are my baby girl.. I was worried for you.” He frowns. “But I agree that it is a good thing to start fresh.. So how do you feel about him in your time together thus far?”

“His coffee is better than Coffeebot 3.5.”

He stood up triumphantly. "Just wait until you try the Coffebot 4.0!"

Marcus looked across the table at his daughter with a grin as they drank their morning coffee. "Why was the tomato blushing? Because it saw the salad dressing..." He began to laugh at his own joke.

“Dad. Gods. No. Not again.” She reached out and tried to smack him with a paper fan. “I take it you and the other Honeymann sibling are getting along well?”

“I suppose you could say so.. But what about you and, Razor? Are his memories returning, or are you both having to start in the beginning stages?”

“It’s better to start over. We’re not the same people we were.” She looked down. “His name is Sam. I haven’t told him other wise.”

“So he hasn’t seen the little secret between your legs.” He smirks and suddenly realized how bad that sounds. “I mean I have seen you asleep flopping around here and there in your shorts.”

“Dad. I know you know about the scarification. You were the one who over saw it.” She laughed. “I remember so distinctly. RAZOR THAT’S TOO DEEP.” She mimicked his booming voice and laughed.

"You are my baby girl.. I was worried for you." He frowns. "But I agree that it is a good thing to start fresh.. So how do you feel about him in your time together thus far?"

Marcus looked across the table at his daughter with a grin as they drank their morning coffee. "Why was the tomato blushing? Because it saw the salad dressing..." He began to laugh at his own joke.

“Dad. Gods. No. Not again.” She reached out and tried to smack him with a paper fan. “I take it you and the other Honeymann sibling are getting along well?”

“I suppose you could say so.. But what about you and, Razor? Are his memories returning, or are you both having to start in the beginning stages?”

“It’s better to start over. We’re not the same people we were.” She looked down. “His name is Sam. I haven’t told him other wise.”

"So he hasn't seen the little secret between your legs." He smirks and suddenly realized how bad that sounds. "I mean I have seen you asleep flopping around here and there in your shorts."

Marcus looked across the table at his daughter with a grin as they drank their morning coffee. "Why was the tomato blushing? Because it saw the salad dressing..." He began to laugh at his own joke.

“Dad. Gods. No. Not again.” She reached out and tried to smack him with a paper fan. “I take it you and the other Honeymann sibling are getting along well?”

"I suppose you could say so.. But what about you and, Razor? Are his memories returning, or are you both having to start in the beginning stages?"

( Fairly accurate for how his facial scarring look. )

Marcus looks at himself in the mirror. “There’s no way she could actually want this to be something more than what it is.” The Elonian man steps away from the mirror. “Just enjoy the time that you have with her.” He spoke aloud to himself.

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Zannah perched on the back of his armchair, as she always did. Cooing at his latest oddity robot. “Hello, tiny metal. It is time for coffee yes? We fix?”

“Be careful darling, I’ve been working on this thing to make coffee correctly.. I think Drake and I got it working when he was last around.” He held out a shied in front of her that he kept lying about for such situations. “Speak out what you want and let’s pray if you’re the praying type.”

“Grenth’s nectar!!!” She crowed out joyously. She was always entertained by his oddities, even when they malfunctioned.

"You are easily made excited." He gave a small smile until he felt it tug on his scarring. He looked away from her realizing how hideous he must have looked, luckily for him he was Elonian and his skin was dark.

( Fairly accurate for how his facial scarring look. )

Marcus looks at himself in the mirror. “There’s no way she could actually want this to be something more than what it is.” The Elonian man steps away from the mirror. “Just enjoy the time that you have with her.” He spoke aloud to himself.

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Zannah perched on the back of his armchair, as she always did. Cooing at his latest oddity robot. “Hello, tiny metal. It is time for coffee yes? We fix?”

#As close to accurate as I could find #But he's Elonian #So darker skin #Self doubt

"Be careful darling, I've been working on this thing to make coffee correctly.. I think Drake and I got it working when he was last around." He held out a shied in front of her that he kept lying about for such situations. "Speak out what you want and let's pray if you're the praying type."

( Fairly accurate for how his facial scarring look. ) Marcus looks at himself in the mirror. "There's no way she could actually want this to be something more than what it is." The Elonian man steps away from the mirror. "Just enjoy the time that you have with her." He spoke aloud to himself. @forgedfromthejungles

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