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[bowliever]

[It looks at her, judgemental.

The same feeling when Lev doesn't take to one of her jokes. It inches forward a bit anyway.]

[armd]

(ah, yes. so nice to feel it again

abby slowly drops her hands, content to wait him out.)

You're still coming back, right. (she sounds like she's joking, but her shoulders are rigid.) Or are you just a deer, now.

[bowliever]

[Slowly, the deer approaches, taking one small step at a time, before he gets close. Then he ducks his head and nibbles on her fingers.

Images flash in her mind: a sleeping face, a field, their house in Deerington.]

[armd]

(that tickles...... abby snorts with soft laughter, and gently rubs her thumb over his cheek, watching him.

the images that flash through her mind momentarily don't make a lot of sense to her. is lev trying to tell her that he's only sleeping? what does the field mean? her brow furrows slightly, and though she knows it's going to get her that face again, she admits:)

I don't understand.