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of course that wouldn't slip past him. of course he'd hear it! she remembers the topic had come up once and how baffled he was that she never swears. c'mon, everyone does it, had been his words, but it just wasn't agatha's thing. she doesn't care at all when other people do it, she just doesn't like doing it herself.

agatha groans again. she looks away, frowning, her brows furrowing, feeling more upset with herself than him. her arms cross over her chest and she turns away. " ...y-yes, i-i swore. " she mumbles. there's a pause, then her eyes narrow and she turns her head to stare up at cash. " i-if th-this was your way of— o-of g-getting me t-to swear, i'm— " what? what could agatha do? her eyes narrow more, just slightly. " i-i'm n-not baking your favorite cookies f-for a whole month. f-for two months! "

   oh. 

   oh.  his.  god. 

   it  happened. 

   brows  kiss  forehead  as  cash  turns  on  his  heel  to  stare  at  her.  there's  amazement  mixed  with  sheer  disbelief.  did  i  hear  that  right?  she  said  fucking.  she  said  fuck.  she  actually  swore.  she  can  swear.  holy  shit.  holy  shit?  holy  shit.

   “holy  shit.”  there  it  is.  “you  fuckin'  swore!”  and  there's  the  finger  pointing  at  her.  “you  actually  fuckin'  swore!  holy  shit!  you  said  the  fuck  word!  you  swore!  you!  swore!”