[ Isn't it just the worst, how she manages to slide right along the plane of his chest and fit there, as if he was made to close around her like an oversized blanket? Napoleon is a big, steady fixture along her back; for a dead man, he's astonishingly warm.
Napoleon will absolutely help. That is, he'll help himself to an armload of his Master, because he's been given permission to hang on.
Chin resting against Sen's hair, chest flush against Sen's shoulderblades. The former emperor of France decides, here and now, that motorcycles are a great invention. ]
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Napoleon will absolutely help. That is, he'll help himself to an armload of his Master, because he's been given permission to hang on.
Chin resting against Sen's hair, chest flush against Sen's shoulderblades. The former emperor of France decides, here and now, that motorcycles are a great invention. ]
D'accord. I'm not letting go.
[ stop him ]