[Her blinks are slow and catlike again, first to the book, then go Teo as she turns to watch him with that puzzled feeling that's getting too familiar. It's friendly, this time. Whatever his words meant, they were a welcome surprise, she thinks. A welcome lie? It's hard to tell for sure. Harder still to tell what these strange feelings actually are. Her voice quiets, almost like the word is a blessing rather than something that's barely more than parroting.]
Read.
[Something lowers the book until the bottom rests against her stomach and watches it. If someone taught a mannequin how to act in the role of "reader", it would probably look an awful lot like her in that moment. Mind, even a good mannequin actor couldn't act it out very well... Something dismisses the nonsense with a moan to herself, trying to shut out the noise in her head with the noise outside of it. It works well enough for her to get distracted by the book again. One hand lets go, unsteadily reaching for the page while she struggled to keep it from slipping out of her grasp completely. Her fingers bump against the picture of a cat until she tires of it after a few times. Not knowing to turn the page, and certainly not having the dexterity for it, something crouches so that she can lay the book down reverently -- still open, but face up this time, unlike how they found it. It was nice, but it wasn't what he said he wanted to read. Somehow she's sure of that.]
Mmm...
[When she looks to him again, it's really the space just behind him that's hot her attention. It should be there, on his back, right? Except it was always with her. Clouding eyes narrow, the task of unraveling this mystery proving to be too much for something on her own. Instead, she reaches out to claw a different book over to her and hugs it against her aching, empty stomach. This is her story now, even if it wasn't her story she had been looking for.]
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Read.
[Something lowers the book until the bottom rests against her stomach and watches it. If someone taught a mannequin how to act in the role of "reader", it would probably look an awful lot like her in that moment. Mind, even a good mannequin actor couldn't act it out very well... Something dismisses the nonsense with a moan to herself, trying to shut out the noise in her head with the noise outside of it. It works well enough for her to get distracted by the book again. One hand lets go, unsteadily reaching for the page while she struggled to keep it from slipping out of her grasp completely. Her fingers bump against the picture of a cat until she tires of it after a few times. Not knowing to turn the page, and certainly not having the dexterity for it, something crouches so that she can lay the book down reverently -- still open, but face up this time, unlike how they found it. It was nice, but it wasn't what he said he wanted to read. Somehow she's sure of that.]
Mmm...
[When she looks to him again, it's really the space just behind him that's hot her attention. It should be there, on his back, right? Except it was always with her. Clouding eyes narrow, the task of unraveling this mystery proving to be too much for something on her own. Instead, she reaches out to claw a different book over to her and hugs it against her aching, empty stomach. This is her story now, even if it wasn't her story she had been looking for.]
Ohh...kgh.
[Okay. She's ready.]