[She doesn't know what she's doing, and yet she's still encouraged by seeing more of him. It's not a reward for doing a good job, or anything -- he's not food -- but there's more face to touch, now. She is, in fact, doing whatever "it" is correctly. Her little pats are gentle, but limp and cold. When his lips move -- something she hadn't seen before, for some...reason that something can't pinpoint right now -- her eyes and fingers drift down to rest on them. It makes her realize that her own mouth hangs loosely. Something closes it, rumbles a growl, and then struggles to replicate the different shapes. It feels impossible. Some are a little like chewing, and that's great! She knows how to do that. Other ones...
Something narrows her eyes in concentration that she doesn't understand the significance of. There's a hunger in her, comparatively quiet, for something Teo did a second ago. Something doesn't remember being soothed by gentle strokes of his hand -- that wasn't her, so there's nothing to remember -- but she finds it comforting all the same. She wants more of it. If she can do this right, she might get more.]
Hhhh... [Come on. Do it.] Huhh. Puh.
[That was a tough one. Even if exhaustion has no meaning, something feels taxed by the attempt enough that she lets her efforts focus only on that, which makes her hands drop and splash messily in the water. What possible reason did anything, let alone something, have to make that sound? There must be one. What the fuck could it be?]
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Something narrows her eyes in concentration that she doesn't understand the significance of. There's a hunger in her, comparatively quiet, for something Teo did a second ago. Something doesn't remember being soothed by gentle strokes of his hand -- that wasn't her, so there's nothing to remember -- but she finds it comforting all the same. She wants more of it. If she can do this right, she might get more.]
Hhhh... [Come on. Do it.] Huhh. Puh.
[That was a tough one. Even if exhaustion has no meaning, something feels taxed by the attempt enough that she lets her efforts focus only on that, which makes her hands drop and splash messily in the water. What possible reason did anything, let alone something, have to make that sound? There must be one. What the fuck could it be?]
Uhhhp.