[ That pulls a smile out of her, one soft and still a little shy-- but it's Morgan, so Noire feels braver about removing her boots and... well, she'd said she could climb into his lap on her own, so she'll perch there now.
And take a deep breath.
Or several.
It's nervewracking, honestly, but she reaches forward to learn by touch first, even with her gloves on. So she traces the curve of an ear, follows a cheekbone, trails a few fingers down the back of his neck as she ponders where to even begin. ]
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And take a deep breath.
Or several.
It's nervewracking, honestly, but she reaches forward to learn by touch first, even with her gloves on. So she traces the curve of an ear, follows a cheekbone, trails a few fingers down the back of his neck as she ponders where to even begin. ]