[ Young as he might be to her - as they all were. Though it's a false age, she regards them with. Even so, she brings his hand close up to cup her face, turning into it. He deserves the praise, he deserves more, whenever he felt like accepting it from her.
But for now, she just leaves it for turning into his hand and kissing the inside of his palm. Distracted that she doesn't hear the door knock - coffee apparently. ]
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[ Young as he might be to her - as they all were. Though it's a false age, she regards them with. Even so, she brings his hand close up to cup her face, turning into it. He deserves the praise, he deserves more, whenever he felt like accepting it from her.
But for now, she just leaves it for turning into his hand and kissing the inside of his palm. Distracted that she doesn't hear the door knock - coffee apparently. ]