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"Whose would it be?" Lilah asked.
"Whose would it be?" Lilah asked.
“The staff’s,” Cameron hummed gently into her hair.
"I asked them not to come up unless I rang…" Lilah murmured into his chest.
“Still their fault. What are they expecting?” He laughed.
"Well, I usually ring the bell," Lilah mumbled with a half shrug.
Cameron nodded. “Makes sense. Makes sense…”
"Something on your mind?"
Cameron grinned. “I’m rather hungry.”
Lilah chuckled. "Then we should go."
Cameron didn’t move. “Maybe we should. Maybe not.”
"I mean, I'm good with whatever…" Lilah murmured. "But I could have food brought up here…"
Cameron tilted his head into the mattress. “That’s not as fun as going out, though.”
"You decide what we're doing, then, 'cause I'm not getting up unless you say so," Lilah murmured, nuzzling him.
Cameron’s tummy rumbled gently. “Whenever’s fine.” He gave a chuckle.
Lilah propped her chin up on Cameron's chest. "You're not helpful."
Cameron grinned down at her. “I’m not picky when we eat.”
"Yeah, but you could still decide when you want to eat," Lilah murmured with her chin still on his chest.
Cameron puckered his lips as he gazed down at her. He raised a finger as if about to proclaim something, then booped her nose.
Lilah frown with a raised eyebrow. "Really?"
Cameron beamed again. “Yep. The boopiest nose.”
"If you're gonna play that way…" Lilah smirked as she started to tickle him.
Cameron immediately lapsed into pained giggles, curling up. “Nonononon! Pleaseeeeee!”
"No booping my nose, then!" Lilah laughed without stopping her tickling.
Cameron inhaled loudly and pratically screamed at the top of his lungs, “NNNNNEEEVERRRR!”
"Shhh!" You're going to get the whole castle to come on here!" Lilah whispered.
Cameron wiggled away from her, almost off the bed. “Then don’t tickle me!”
"Then don't boop my nose!" Lilah said, holding onto him.
“If you don’t want me shouting to the heavens, you won’t tickle me!” He grinned and booped her nose to prove the point.
"Ugh, you are insufferable!" Lilah groaned, letting go of him and collapsing into the bed with her face buried in his stomach.
His stomach was a squish, especially when he was laughing. He laughed loudly at her statement, adjusting himself back onto the bed carefully.
“I know I am, dear, that’s my only purpose.”
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