[ alina's foot lands on the cover of one book in a rushed, jerky movement. immediately, she suppresses a wince; it'll leave behind a layer of dirt, no doubt, on what she's tried to cherish — more than she had as a child, leafing through hand-me-down books so often the bindings had frayed and fallen apart. most disappointingly, however —
is that her boot does nothing to fully conceal it. one glistening, oiled torso peeks out from behind her shoe's heel. the rest of the pile stand unguarded beside it, landing awkwardly on their sides. oh well. he's too occupied with gaping at her like a fish thrown from water for her to worry he'll investigate her reading material for himself. ]
If I planned to throw them, [ she grumbles, paired with an exhausted eye-roll. ] I wouldn't have missed.
[ leave it to him to be as condescendingly childish as ever. without any expectation that he'll help — if anything, she suspects he'll run like a cowardly deer as has become his pattern, tail tucked between his legs — she crouches, frowning as she swipes her sleeve along one dirtied cover. ]
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is that her boot does nothing to fully conceal it. one glistening, oiled torso peeks out from behind her shoe's heel. the rest of the pile stand unguarded beside it, landing awkwardly on their sides. oh well. he's too occupied with gaping at her like a fish thrown from water for her to worry he'll investigate her reading material for himself. ]
If I planned to throw them, [ she grumbles, paired with an exhausted eye-roll. ] I wouldn't have missed.
[ leave it to him to be as condescendingly childish as ever. without any expectation that he'll help — if anything, she suspects he'll run like a cowardly deer as has become his pattern, tail tucked between his legs — she crouches, frowning as she swipes her sleeve along one dirtied cover. ]