[ whatever shall the papers say... she rolls her eyes at herself. how corny. and indeed, yes, she bares her throat for him without seeming to think about it, though the subtle violet flash of her gaze may indicate for him that she's actually thinking about it very much.
everything, really. does this still count for a doubles square? if nothing else, it should count for being handsy in an open grave. but should they migrate to the bottom, could she check a possible third box off? only—she knows where she will invariably lead them once they're both on the ground. and out here, where anyone could see—! she wishes this were just a little more ... sane-feeling. she feels half out of her mind.
but she still cranes her neck. yep. the desire to be the centre of attention is too strong, even now. at least it's better than "kiss of solitary" fear...? ]
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everything, really. does this still count for a doubles square? if nothing else, it should count for being handsy in an open grave. but should they migrate to the bottom, could she check a possible third box off? only—she knows where she will invariably lead them once they're both on the ground. and out here, where anyone could see—! she wishes this were just a little more ... sane-feeling. she feels half out of her mind.
but she still cranes her neck. yep. the desire to be the centre of attention is too strong, even now. at least it's better than "kiss of solitary" fear...? ]
I take it your experiments begin now.