[ Holding Luci's chin firmly between her thumb and the curled flat of her index finger, she dutifully begins wiping off the flour coating. Granted, some of the stuff is still settling, powdery swirls visible in the later afternoon light coming in through the window. Harper swears it's worse than glitter, and Harper knows a thing or two about glitter. With the cloth folded to a triangle edge, she dabs and swipes with laser-like precision.
Also very gently, but she's trying to appear authoritative, all the same. ]
If I'm not giving up on you, you can't give up on you.
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[ Holding Luci's chin firmly between her thumb and the curled flat of her index finger, she dutifully begins wiping off the flour coating. Granted, some of the stuff is still settling, powdery swirls visible in the later afternoon light coming in through the window. Harper swears it's worse than glitter, and Harper knows a thing or two about glitter. With the cloth folded to a triangle edge, she dabs and swipes with laser-like precision.
Also very gently, but she's trying to appear authoritative, all the same. ]
If I'm not giving up on you, you can't give up on you.