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âThatâs not solid at all,â Victory scoffed, biting back a smile. âHow do you prove that youâve never shown the pictures to anyone else? Pictures, but they exist on my phone and Iâll show you them whenever you want, and we order food in.â He furrowed his brow to see if sheâd take those terms, because he didnât, of all things, want to be recognized as a Troll in public. An idea came to him and his dark eyes glimmered for a moment with joy as he added, âOR, if you insist we go out in public, we must first do something to make you look just as silly if not more silly than I do. Then and only then will I go outside at all.â
Darcy widened her eyes, blinking at him as innocently as she possibly could. âIsnât the fact that youâre totally obsessed with me and you love me and you trust me enough?â she asked him, jutting her lower lip out in a pout. They were her usual tactics -- the âsweetâ face, the pretend-wounds, the teasing -- but they were old faithfuls and she didnât plan to stop now. âBut fiiiine, the delivery man can come to the door instead of us going to pick it up and saving ten dollars on tip and delivery fees,â she japed, wondering if she could appeal to his practical side and make his hatred of capitalism win out over his fear of embarrassment. âBut also, Iâm happy to look silly, so hit me with your worst! Whatever you say to me, you canât scare me.â











