[ Her touch doesn't linger and he's–well, he's a mix of relieved with a strange niggle of disappointment. He's not nearly as bad as he used to be with touch but it's still so precarious, especially with people he doesn't know very well. But somehow, there's a vague sense of longing.
Which is compounded by the delight in the sound of her laugh, full and warm. He can't help the flicker of a smile that curls the corner of his mouth. ]
Bossy, aren't we? [ He isn't bothered. She is, after all, relishing in the chance to flex this particular freedom of choice. ] There's a Zemeni place around the corner called Zoma. The spicy beef stew.
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Date: 2020-10-01 01:17 am (UTC)Which is compounded by the delight in the sound of her laugh, full and warm. He can't help the flicker of a smile that curls the corner of his mouth. ]
Bossy, aren't we? [ He isn't bothered. She is, after all, relishing in the chance to flex this particular freedom of choice. ] There's a Zemeni place around the corner called Zoma. The spicy beef stew.