[ People will always reel his attention in more effectively than the interesting sights of the resort, and inevitably Pinocchio's attention narrows down to the comparative warmth of her hands. At rest, even the seemingly fleshy parts of him feel slightly cooler than a warm-blooded human, but it's not uncommon for a human with, for example, poor circulation.
He turns over his hand, slowly changing this into a mutual exploration, until this too evolves from tracing the lines in her palm into a loose tangle of fingers. His fingers are a little longer than hers, both of them are slender, and something about the way they fit when he slots his between hers makes him ache a little, in his chest.
Pinocchio puts up his arm and carries hers with him, and when it becomes apparent he means to twirl her slowly with their linked hands, he speaks: ] A hungry wolf in her den. All this space and nothing but time to kill.
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He turns over his hand, slowly changing this into a mutual exploration, until this too evolves from tracing the lines in her palm into a loose tangle of fingers. His fingers are a little longer than hers, both of them are slender, and something about the way they fit when he slots his between hers makes him ache a little, in his chest.
Pinocchio puts up his arm and carries hers with him, and when it becomes apparent he means to twirl her slowly with their linked hands, he speaks: ] A hungry wolf in her den. All this space and nothing but time to kill.