[ she doesn't know what she expects—the space behind the bookshelf to somehow eat him whole if he dared touch it?—but she finds herself stupidly excited by the prospect of going in and seeing if there's something like the goonies to be found inside. isn't this how it starts? adventures to buried treasure always begin with a strangely positioned hole in the wall.
eyeing his lighter with some amusement, she shakes her head and prepares herself quietly to enter somewhere rather dark, possibly dank, and hopefully not dangerous. she doesn't pull away from his touch. ]
You never saw this before? [ she asks it quietly, a touch afraid that there's something in this section of the library that could be awoken if she so much as yelled it. ]
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eyeing his lighter with some amusement, she shakes her head and prepares herself quietly to enter somewhere rather dark, possibly dank, and hopefully not dangerous. she doesn't pull away from his touch. ]
You never saw this before? [ she asks it quietly, a touch afraid that there's something in this section of the library that could be awoken if she so much as yelled it. ]