[ If he falls asleep, she will slap his head. Not hard. But even not hard, even gently, this is assuming Sabine will be able to coordinate her arms and the hands attached to them in a coordinated manner. Right now she is laying a little akimbo, half under sheets and half under Alistair. One raised, bent knee tents the covers, and the curl of her foot conforms to his calf.
She is thinking about some other shit when he says that, and she raises an eyebrow at no one. Tucks her chin in so she can look at him, which is mostly just a ginger blur. ]
A room for each secret, [ she thinks out loud, suggesting. Off topic.
Her hand comes down on top of his head, but it's not a slap, not even of the gentle variety. Blunt fingernails skritch through hair, idle. ]
But then I could stay in this one, with you in it. Right? [ Just to be clear. He can't see clearly from there the play of her smile, which gives away the joke better than dry affect, so he'll have to use his imagination. ]
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She is thinking about some other shit when he says that, and she raises an eyebrow at no one. Tucks her chin in so she can look at him, which is mostly just a ginger blur. ]
A room for each secret, [ she thinks out loud, suggesting. Off topic.
Her hand comes down on top of his head, but it's not a slap, not even of the gentle variety. Blunt fingernails skritch through hair, idle. ]
But then I could stay in this one, with you in it. Right? [ Just to be clear. He can't see clearly from there the play of her smile, which gives away the joke better than dry affect, so he'll have to use his imagination. ]