No, you dont say, she handclaimed!
Yes, yes, its true, his fingersurrations said.
Fingersomely, photons filtered, from crescent smile to crook grin, through double-paired nervous tunics that float under sheafs of longblonde and shortbrown. Vulpine and cocksome, the pair conversed handsomely where laughing eyes denied the decibel that dared to tread in the spotty black lacunae on the half-tone dither of green world noise.
The hands laughed riotously, silently, along with the crinkle of crows feet.