[ He stares, processing her expression, and just when he's starting to think he should parrot it back and bite his tongue at her, she ducks behind the door.
Unhesitatingly curious, he steps right up to the door, head thumping softly against it while he tries to peek through the crack. What's she doing? This also means his hair is ruffled by the wind of her door sweeping open when he reflexively steps back as it moves. There she stands, motioning him in, and—
—Pinocchio breezes past her at a powerwalk, eyes flying wide.
He doesn't explain himself, stopping at the center of the room and just turning around and around, like he's trying to take in all of it at once. Besides his small capsule-like room in the belly of the resort, he's never seen anyone else's room. At last, he asks: ]
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Unhesitatingly curious, he steps right up to the door, head thumping softly against it while he tries to peek through the crack. What's she doing? This also means his hair is ruffled by the wind of her door sweeping open when he reflexively steps back as it moves. There she stands, motioning him in, and—
—Pinocchio breezes past her at a powerwalk, eyes flying wide.
He doesn't explain himself, stopping at the center of the room and just turning around and around, like he's trying to take in all of it at once. Besides his small capsule-like room in the belly of the resort, he's never seen anyone else's room. At last, he asks: ]
All of this is yours?