*A little sigh of relief escapes his lips. He steps into the closet and changes his clothing quickly, then steps out and crashes onto the bed again. The pajamas are very plain: they look like something that the Mansion keeps in stock for child forms of Near.*
*Large, dark eyes full of anticipation, he picks up a section of the blanket, twisting it between his fingers.*
I'm ready for the story.
*He seems excited. It isn't that he couldn't read it himself -- he could, and has, a number of times -- it's that he seldom has this much of an adult's attention.*
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Date: 2008-09-11 02:36 am (UTC)From:*Large, dark eyes full of anticipation, he picks up a section of the blanket, twisting it between his fingers.*
I'm ready for the story.
*He seems excited. It isn't that he couldn't read it himself -- he could, and has, a number of times -- it's that he seldom has this much of an adult's attention.*