[ He can sense how Coach seems to be watching quietly from his headspace and doing the mental equivalent of leaning in to peer down at the book for himself.
Josh is inspecting the make of the book now. The pages are, as he thought, black sheets, the writing intelligible though he's not quite sure what the exact shade of color it is beyond that it stands out well over the surface. The leather is soft to the touch. But yes, it's...
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Josh is inspecting the make of the book now. The pages are, as he thought, black sheets, the writing intelligible though he's not quite sure what the exact shade of color it is beyond that it stands out well over the surface. The leather is soft to the touch. But yes, it's...
( The book feels like a warm body, Joshua. )
Oh. Um.
Turning his gaze back to the Inquisitor now. ]
H... how does do that? Do I just... read it?
[ Wow, that came out sounding so dumb. ]