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"Ah, babe, Rayleigh wants us to visit."
It was amusing when she froze on the bed, legs crossed over each other as he changed his pants. If theres one thing Atlantis is sure of, it's that Rayleigh is goint to either scold her or talk about what happened. She was assuming that he didn't know of the reason behind her disappearance, or rather she hoped he didn't.
Seeming to pick up on her small internal conflict, Shanks quickly attempted to put on a shirt but ended up accidentally tripping.
Atlantis let out a small chuckled and got off from the bed, walking towards him and helping him stand, taking advantage of the moment to tease him which only made the embarrassed flush on his face redden.
"Knock it off..." He grumbled, "fighting and all is easy, but stuff like putting on a shirt is still hard, you know."
She nodded but still laughed, pulling the shirt over his head and finding it cute when his messy hair popped out of the head sleeve. Dragging it until it was comfortably around his neck, he placed his arm through the right shirt sleeve and Atlantis worked on rolling up the other.
While she was rolling up the sleeve, Shanks stared at her hair and narrowed his eyes a little, when she lifted her head and looked at him with a quirked eyebrow in question.
