[ it needs no more comment. it's very comfortable, his big hand is warm in her smaller hand, her own fingers barely reach his knuckles. she lapses into quiet before she reaches her room, opening the door and leading connor inside. the walls are pale blue, the canopy bed is wreathed with diaphanous white curtains spread wide to reveal a neatly made bed with white linens with blue and green flowers, a blanket that looks impossible soft and warm tossed across it. the wood furnishings, a side table, a dresser, a vanity with a mirror, a bookshelf, are all a honey wood finish. there's also a 1950s style cabinet against one wall that she leads him over to, opening the top to reveal a record player.
now she releases his hand to crouch down and paw through her records until she finds one and slips the record free of the sleeve, setting it on the turntable, and moving the arm with practiced ease to the third song, setting back as the music starts to play. ]
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[ it needs no more comment. it's very comfortable, his big hand is warm in her smaller hand, her own fingers barely reach his knuckles. she lapses into quiet before she reaches her room, opening the door and leading connor inside. the walls are pale blue, the canopy bed is wreathed with diaphanous white curtains spread wide to reveal a neatly made bed with white linens with blue and green flowers, a blanket that looks impossible soft and warm tossed across it. the wood furnishings, a side table, a dresser, a vanity with a mirror, a bookshelf, are all a honey wood finish. there's also a 1950s style cabinet against one wall that she leads him over to, opening the top to reveal a record player.
now she releases his hand to crouch down and paw through her records until she finds one and slips the record free of the sleeve, setting it on the turntable, and moving the arm with practiced ease to the third song, setting back as the music starts to play. ]