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</div><br/><br/>"My turn, hm? Well...let's see..." Heather playfully nipped at the finger bopping her nose, a smile stretching her lips yet again. Even her oceanic eyes, usually bored and like blank slabs of blue, were bright and playful. "I grew up in Bergen, Norway. I don't have an accent for the same reason as you... I have traveled to many places... I probably have a hint of an accent, but I can't hear it. Now then...your turn." The red color on his cheeks was rather adorable, from her prospective...as was the way he stumbled just a bit over his words. A few strands of silver hair fell into her eyes once again, highlighting her delicate features...and bringing out the color of her eyes more. This time, however, she didn't even try to tuck the strands behind an ear. Her finger reached out to bop him on the nose, lingering there for a moment or two. Why am I having so much fun, teasing him? she wondered to herself. Maybe it's because...he doesn't know much of anything about me...