Graves’ half smirk turned into his full, signature one and he nodded. “Sure kid,” He put one large, calloused hand under the girl’s chin, finally unwrapping his arms from around her and pressed his painted lips against hers.
“See, of course not. Nothing to worry about.” Graverobber drew out, flashing Shilo a half smirk as she snuggled closer against him.
Graverobber grinned, arms wrapped around Shilo’s waist. “Of course I’m right, would I ever tell you wrong?”
“Course you are kid, ‘less I wouldn’t let you be hanging around me all the time, don’t you think?” Graves replied, offering a wry, half smile.
“You are special kid, you’re one of the only people around here who aren’t plastic.” He murmured with a slight shrug of his shoulders. “Yeah, I’m not sure how good that is for your sake.”
“Apparently.” Graves repeated, smiling down at Shilo. “Maybe I do.” He offered a teasing smirk and another wink.
Graverobber flashed a fond smile down at Shilo, still holding her in his arms. “You don’t? What, haven’t you seen yourself kid?” He replied, voice teasing.
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