[She's not sure she's ever going to get used to that... The someone not minding -- sometimes even looking forward to -- when she talks. Maybe he'll get tired of it after enough time, because it's the deprivation that made him like it in the first place. For now, it was okay. Ryder gives a small smile in return, murmuring something like a goodbye and good luck as she carefully extracts her book. Luckily she hadn't dumped the rest out, so in the event that she does have to make a hasty retreat, even if her selection isn't ideal, she won't be completely up shit creek. The odds of having to do anything more than maybe lock herself even further away in the bathroom were pretty low, thanks to Teo.
Stories, hm... Her expression softens to something serene and fond as she leans back against the headboard and flips open to a random blank page. Time to see what her imagination has to offer them.]
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Stories, hm... Her expression softens to something serene and fond as she leans back against the headboard and flips open to a random blank page. Time to see what her imagination has to offer them.]