[ Nao perks at the sound of Basilio's voice and shifts in the blankets she's been all but living in today. She doesn't quite climb out of it. It's more that she draws herself up enough to lean over the edge of the bed and table and peer down at the camera.
She's the top of her head and a pair of amber eyes rising on the screen and stopping suddenly, almost as though she's peeking. (She's peeking.) ]
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She's the top of her head and a pair of amber eyes rising on the screen and stopping suddenly, almost as though she's peeking. (She's peeking.) ]
Looks like it's workin' fine t'me.
[ This is not what she intended to say. ]