[her eyes crinkle a little at his reaction, his expression. mostly, the tone of voice.
the last step nearly puts her toe-to-toe with the edge of the beanbag he's reclining on, and she bends to peer down at him, at his upside-down face, as she combs her hair away from her own, keeping it out of the way.]
What story keeps you here? [it's a bit of a purr, still quiet for the environment. sure, she asks about the story, but she's hardly interested in letters on a page.]
no subject
[her eyes crinkle a little at his reaction, his expression. mostly, the tone of voice.
the last step nearly puts her toe-to-toe with the edge of the beanbag he's reclining on, and she bends to peer down at him, at his upside-down face, as she combs her hair away from her own, keeping it out of the way.]
What story keeps you here? [it's a bit of a purr, still quiet for the environment. sure, she asks about the story, but she's hardly interested in letters on a page.]