I lost.. my hairclip.. have you seen it on the floor?
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“Your heirloom comb?” He asked, heaving himself out of bed to help her, scouring the floor. “You gotta take better care of these things.”
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"I don't understand how it came out.. it's never done that before. I'm.. sorry for the inconvenience.."
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“Oh you’re fine, I don’t mind helping,” he chuckled, kneeling down with a bit of a creak in his knees—he was a millennia old tiger now. Hovering above her lithe frame, he spotted her ivory comb under the Davenport. Reaching for it, he nearly smooshed the little bun, “There it is! C’mere you little sucker!”
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Estella eased down till she was flat on the floor as his weight pressed from above, her legs butterflying out. Watching where his hand went, her ears perked at the sign of the comb, her fluffy tail wiggling happily against him as she waited for the retrieval of her precious hair accessory. "You found it..!"