[ if anything were to remain of a smile . . . it was there. not exactly a smile, but not the pull of a frown, either. perhaps just lighter lips as falco gathers his feet beneath him, inclines his head and begins on his was with a golden retriever at his heel.
perle, on the other hand, waits for the door’s soft click to speak up; her voice is mature and sweet, like that of a charismatic auntie wanting to hear all about her younglings. ]
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perle, on the other hand, waits for the door’s soft click to speak up; her voice is mature and sweet, like that of a charismatic auntie wanting to hear all about her younglings. ]
And how are you, Jun?