[ Molly's enthusiasm feeds Fjord's and he slips his hand into a lavender one with a happy squeeze, holding on as they walk toward the arcade. Any idle chatter about the house stops as they reach the street corner before the arcade and he steps behind Molly to cover his eyes. ]
Okay, no peeking. Walk forward until I say to stop.
[ The sounds coming from the wide open doorway are oddly musical, laughter of a crowd providing an undercurrent. ]
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Okay, no peeking. Walk forward until I say to stop.
[ The sounds coming from the wide open doorway are oddly musical, laughter of a crowd providing an undercurrent. ]