[Closed Post - For Aramat] Adolescent perspective projecting life's forecast to the stars (cont)
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"I know of someplace...comfortable," he murmurs in her ear, as he slips an arm about her waist and, typist willing, guides her out the door and down the hall toward his study.
The couch... or the desk... either one would be perfect.
Likely to head into mature territory very soon: this is Muraki and Aramat after all...
"I know of someplace...comfortable," he murmurs in her ear, as he slips an arm about her waist and, typist willing, guides her out the door and down the hall toward his study.
The couch... or the desk... either one would be perfect.
Likely to head into mature territory very soon: this is Muraki and Aramat after all...