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“Even stretches?” She asked at the ‘anything’ part. Doll appreciated the offer, and the boy himself.

The brunette waited patiently for an answer, and the corners of her mouth drooped slightly in a frown. If he didnt know, they’ll figure it, right? It shouldn’t be too hard to figure out.

She pursed her lips at the question. Did she want hers exactly like his? All she knew was that she wanted blonde, but didnt want to take his style. “If you wouldn’t mind a copy-cat.”

Dagger let out a laugh. "Stretches? Yes of course I'll help ye with those. I might cringe a bit at some of the things you do, but I'll help ye." he nodded, locking in his deal.

He was sure that Doll and him would figure it out together if they tried. They would have fun doing it as well. "Ye want blonde? I can do tha'!" he chuckled. That meant she liked his hair color, or at least she liked the color, maybe not his. "That would be great if ye had the same color as mine! We could match, ye would look better in it, though." 

Pluto came to the conclusion that the person was nice and nuzzled his cheek, grinning. Finny rubbed his arm and watched them, raising an eyebrow at how quickly Pluto warmed up to him. But then again Pluto warmed up to everyone. “He is a dog,” the gardener reached out and ruffled the demon hound’s hair which made him purr. Finny wasn’t the best one to explain it because he didn’t know what Pluto was exactly.

Dagger looked at the male. Was he for real? He was a dog? He didn't think so. It was more like a human trying to be a dog, and he was doing a good job at that. "He's a hound?" he chuckled as he nuzzled his cheek. The blond patted his back with a hum. "I think he's a person that acts like a puppy, you know?" he wasn't sure what this man was trying to say to him. 

“Yeah, new. Though it ain’t yer you.” She chuckled. She might tell him the reason why later, after the process.

A smile graced her features at his words. She’ll make sure to remember that. She reached out to poke his cheek. “How did you do yer hair, anyhow?” Doll might have asked once or twice before, but she doesn’t remember it.

Another smile spread on the boys lips. "Well, I'll help ye with anythin'. It would be fun, right?" it meant more time with, and more bonding time. 

"How did I do my hair?" he thought. It was a long time ago, and he couldn't quite remember how he did it. His natural hair was black, and he dyed it blond. "I guess...I um..." he though for a moment. "Do ye want it like mine? Like exactly like mine?"

The girl nodded. “I wanna try somethin’ new,” Doll answered, half-truthfully. She didnt bother giving him the real reason; she didn’t think he’d understand.

She blinked, a hopeful expression etched onto her face. “You’d really ‘elp, Dag?”

"Try somethin' new eh?" he eyed her for a few moments. He couldn't tell if she was lying or not. Although, is she wished to keep it a secret then he wouldn't bug her about it. He understood, somethings you just want to keep to yourself. 

"Of course, Doll! I would never leave ye out! I'm always here if you need anythin'. Don't hesitate t' ask." he nodded, almost as if locking in his words. 

Looking over at the knife-thrower in surprise, the little gardener smiled widely at him. “Well, it’s hard to explain.” A small yelp left his lips as Pluto lunged forward towards the new person, practically yanking Finny’s arm out of it’s socket. Pluto was busy in a second, sniffing the boy’s face and hair, eyeing him to see if he was nice or not.

He tilted his head and crossed his arms as he listened to what he had to say. "Huh...well I'm always ears! I have nothin' t' do right now-" Dagger stumbled backwards from the dog like human's actions. "Oh...he's umm friendly isn't he? Although I must admit, he's kind of adorable!" the blond beamed. 

"No’ much..bu’ we could always go inta town an get some." She looks over at him, smiles, and shifts her hip. "Town isn’t tha far away."

He frowned, seeing nothing interesting to try and cook. "Yer right..." he placed a hand on his hip as he leaned to one side. "I guess we should go out t' town. It would be good t' get out into the open air!" he smiled. "I think we should get goin'." Dagger held out his hand once more. 

Doll nodded at his okay and worked on her other leg. “Oh but I may need cha t’ help me stretch into my split. I’m feeling a bit sore t’day an’ I don’t want t’ push it by just going straight int’ a split.” She was implying that he would be pushing her legs down for her. She turned and moved into a pose that was to stretch her back, then did it the other direction.

Dagger rolled his shoulders, stretching out each arm. "Wouldn' t' hurt ye?" he arched a brow at Doll. He then cracked his knuckles, and stretched his fingers back and then forward. Dagger didn't need much stretching, he was only throwing knives. "I'm sorry ye is feeling sore." slight pain filled his sea green eyes. 

"I don’ mind pasta at all"

She smiles and nods checking the cabinets. She understood his situation, honestly it must be hard to cool, se was never good at that kind womanly stuff anyways. So even if he wasn’t all that good ,it was still better then her. As se looked in the cabinet where it should’ve been, she realized that there wasn’t any left.

"Aye dagger, one problem. We don’ have any pasta.."

He nodded as he got the pans he needed. Dagger began to hum a light tune as he made the things he needed were out. Although he stopped humming when he heard their wasn't anymore pasta. "Ye got t' be kiddin' me? Oh boy...what's in there t' eat?"

Dagger crossed his arms as he looked into the cabinet himself. 

"Mkay then! Well I can ‘elp ya if ya need." Doll plopped down and took her foot in her hand, stretched so her head touched her knee. She was very flexible but even she still needed to stretch.

Dagger watched her for a moment before starting on his own. He wasn't very flexible, he just really needed to stretch his shoulders. "It's okay. Ye just need t' work on yer own. I just need t' stretch these shoulders o'mine."

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