[her eyes narrow when she looks up at him, lips pursing. then she brightens, playing tip-toe around his room. picking up a stray shirt to fold over a chair, looking over his bookshelf, poking at whatever might be on his desk.]
I am very well, thank you. Would you .... [in a flash, suddenly plopped down in the center of dom's bed,] like to play a game?
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[her eyes narrow when she looks up at him, lips pursing. then she brightens, playing tip-toe around his room. picking up a stray shirt to fold over a chair, looking over his bookshelf, poking at whatever might be on his desk.]
I am very well, thank you. Would you .... [in a flash, suddenly plopped down in the center of dom's bed,] like to play a game?