Moon's eyes are unblinking, bright and attentive as she creeps closer to the pair on the bed. Santino is a distant memory to her, and she's never actually watched this sort of this. She tilts her head, taking in the body language, the general feel of their thoughts, and their scents in her nose.
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2009-09-01 01:52 am (UTC)"You both look forward to this," she whispers.