[She finally settles back down to listen to it again, but not before gently pressing the tip of one finger to the corner of his mouth, a please yet almost shy smile a louder reflection of his. She loves seeing him happy, and after everything they've been through she counts herself fortunate to still be able to experience those not-quite-there smiles of her moirail, all the more precious for their rarity.
And once more the poem receives as good a reception as the first time, with Nepeta even joining in here and there with a laugh, the top of her head brushing up beneath his chin.]
Yes yes yes, it's my turn! What kind of poem do you want? [She's already flipping through the pages, keeping an eye out for anything that might suit her moirail.]
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And once more the poem receives as good a reception as the first time, with Nepeta even joining in here and there with a laugh, the top of her head brushing up beneath his chin.]
Yes yes yes, it's my turn! What kind of poem do you want? [She's already flipping through the pages, keeping an eye out for anything that might suit her moirail.]