081413 #copperhead Tall girl lets her composure go into a controlled slip for a moment; her laugh undulates her body forward; the brunt of her smile goes into the floor; when she straightens up she rocks back on the four-legged stool she's perched atop. Finally her motion dampens and she locks gazes with her doe friend, and she sticks her tongue out even slower, even longer this time, and makes another unabashed, long, wet lick, and her upper lip curls into the faintest trace of a snarl this time, and the doe-eyed girl almost looks scared and lost for a flash, before the soft smile and the giggle can escape again, and again she copies, but her licks are never quite as long, never quite as slow, always a little more cartoonish compared to her swan-necked, lanky, hard-eyed girl friend.