[ She eventually quiets herself, the back of her hand pressing against her mouth to hide her smile. Tucked in small against the cradle of the arm of the chair. Tucked in small, not hard, given her size. Not helping, just letting him tame his hair, and somehow, she hasn't felt so light in years.
This is living, this is actually living, this is actually happening. She's eaten a hundred things that are a mess in her mouth, she can smell the sweet of the drink, and her body is aching in a way that isn't the burning she's used to. She feels weak as a price of it, and her head is swimming from laughing so hard and she feels good. ]
Sorry, I don't think I've laughed that hard in years now.
[ She shuffles closer after she calms though, when he begins to read, she hadn't read it exactly as a whole story, she had just processed the words as a matter of translation, rather than what they meant all strung together. ] What does it say?
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This is living, this is actually living, this is actually happening. She's eaten a hundred things that are a mess in her mouth, she can smell the sweet of the drink, and her body is aching in a way that isn't the burning she's used to. She feels weak as a price of it, and her head is swimming from laughing so hard and she feels good. ]
Sorry, I don't think I've laughed that hard in years now.
[ She shuffles closer after she calms though, when he begins to read, she hadn't read it exactly as a whole story, she had just processed the words as a matter of translation, rather than what they meant all strung together. ] What does it say?