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/ / Finally, a better layout oof

Someone brought her coffee. A lifesaver.

Peering out. “Travis is back? It's about time—”

Honestly? Camilla is pretty happy about it too— Travis lights up the place.

The bromance makes her heart flutter.

She wants a hug too, though.

Oh gosh— oh no, she can't hold back the laughter. Her sides hurt from how hard she's giggling. Wheeze.

/ / shh, nobody saw that typo

Camilla disagrees greatly with that one— “I'm sorry, but I couldn't resist the opportunity in front of me. It definitely made my day a lot better too."

Wrapping a little blanket around him.

Placing her palm on his forehead— “Are you sick?”

That isn't helping her worry. “Are you sure? It's become habitual for you to lie about things like that so you don't worry others.”

Immediately narrowing her gaze. Unhappy. “Draven—”

Tutting.

Ah. . “What on Earth—“

“You could have just used Chloroform on him rather than—. .”

Oh dear. Back to sipping her coffee she goes.

This is why she usually stays inside of her work areas.

Sip.