[ Bastien accepts the neck kiss with a hum, pleasantly oblivious to its motivation. ]
Let's find out.
[ He slides an arm around to keep Byerly against his side, holding the book open with one hand while he starts reading the relevant part aloud, interspersed with paraphrases of some of the unnecessarily long parts.
He's not the only one in the room who wants a cuddle. Here comes Rat Red in search of a lap (and fingers to bite) (and perhaps also the cover of the book? please?) (or sleeves!). A moment later, Whiskey sighs from her place nearer the fire place, heaves her big bones and sea of skin off the floor, and clambers onto the foot of the bed to snuggle into the valley between their legs with her head on By's thigh and her great sad eyes fixed on her attention-hog of a little sister.
Bastien rubs her shoulder with his knee, pausing to huff— ]
She's not going to tell us here. Tease.
[ —and flip ahead in unrepentant search of the answer. ]
no subject
Let's find out.
[ He slides an arm around to keep Byerly against his side, holding the book open with one hand while he starts reading the relevant part aloud, interspersed with paraphrases of some of the unnecessarily long parts.
He's not the only one in the room who wants a cuddle. Here comes Rat Red in search of a lap (and fingers to bite) (and perhaps also the cover of the book? please?) (or sleeves!). A moment later, Whiskey sighs from her place nearer the fire place, heaves her big bones and sea of skin off the floor, and clambers onto the foot of the bed to snuggle into the valley between their legs with her head on By's thigh and her great sad eyes fixed on her attention-hog of a little sister.
Bastien rubs her shoulder with his knee, pausing to huff— ]
She's not going to tell us here. Tease.
[ —and flip ahead in unrepentant search of the answer. ]