[ Enough to make something. Annie shakes her head after his remark, as if ridding herself of the mental image. It may as well serve as an answer to his question as well, a negation of the idea that she could want anything more, or had any intention she realized beyond the one that ended when she set the shark teeth on the counter. Yet a shake of her head makes it seem like there's more - something she needs to rectify in words.
Gunther finds her attention and hands turn toward him, gentle fingers stroking over the dome of his skull, slipping back behind ears for a scratch, one that continues down his neck into his ruff and further along his back. A full body petting, and a softening around her eyes. No automatic smile. Gunther is one of the easier parts of life these days. ]
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Gunther finds her attention and hands turn toward him, gentle fingers stroking over the dome of his skull, slipping back behind ears for a scratch, one that continues down his neck into his ruff and further along his back. A full body petting, and a softening around her eyes. No automatic smile. Gunther is one of the easier parts of life these days. ]
Yes. That was it.