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"Are you feeling better now?" He asked softly.
I didn't reply, just nodded my head.
"Hey." He called, excitedly. "Let's sneak away."
"What?" I asked, lifting my head and stare at him. "Where?"
He shrugged. "Let's catch some fresh air. Not for too long."
"Won't you get in trouble?" I asked, concern.
"It's fine." He lifted my hand and pulled me up.
"You really move me like I'm your doll." I grumbled.
He just laughed. He took off my cap and ran a hand through my hair, unexpectedly. I felt my ears grow hot at his touch. He collects all the strands of my hair and was trying to tied it to a ponytail. I couldn't stop myself from studying the way he looked so serious on tying my hair. He put the cap on my head back and tucked the ponytail inside. He grabbed a mask and pulled it over my face, hiding my nose and mouth.
He giggled at my appearance. "I think we're good."
He had changed himself into a pair of denim jeans and a hoodie before. He pulled a mask over his face. I'd noticed his hair is blue now before he covered it with his cap. I missed seeing him in his long black bang hairstyle. He took my hand and walked over to the door, knowing he'd definitely being scolded by his manager later. He opened the door and cautiously peeked out.
"Let's go." He told me. I nodded and we slipped out the door, holding hands. We ducked our heads down and tried to look casual.
We've finally escaped. He looked around to see if anybody familiar encountered us. It appeared to be empty. He sighed in relief.
"Sneaking around like this is kind of exciting." I said, laughing softly. "Do you do this a lot?"
He shrugged. "I guess."
"You're weird." I laughed. "Where are we going? I better get a nice dinner. I'm very hungry. I haven't eat anything." I looked at him seriously.
"I know a good place." He said, boldly taking my hand. "We'll have to walk a little way, but it's worth it."
"That's fine." I said quietly, pressing his palm against mine. "I like walking."
I was in the middle of my mental breakdown earlier and he was trying to make me feel better by holding my hand. I didn't want to let go.
"So, what are we eating?" I persisted, obsessed with my appetite. "I'm a picky eater."
"Oh yeah? What won't you eat?" He asked, amused.
"Peanut butter." I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "I hate peanut butter. I won't eat them."
