"Yes," said Pip, somewhat treading on the ends of Teresa's words, her smile after hardly the apologetic sort. Her hands wiggled over the bar and settled into place with this practiced stretch. And that smile of hers. It only got deeper.
Zephyr got his own involved, soon after, curled up gentle between the two of them; rings and silver and silver on rings and Teresa with that one tiny paint stain alone on her knuckle.
"It's like listening to the ocean," Pip sighed after a while. "But the ocean knows how to paint and that's /awesome/."
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Zephyr got his own involved, soon after, curled up gentle between the two of them; rings and silver and silver on rings and Teresa with that one tiny paint stain alone on her knuckle.
"It's like listening to the ocean," Pip sighed after a while. "But the ocean knows how to paint and that's /awesome/."