[ Red mutters a touch sullenly. Apparently she doesn't feel strongly one way or the other. Or she's avoiding the subject, hard to say. Her eyes are drawn to the bare skin on display - and the scent of her, which more than anything is present to Red. She curls her fingers and then shakes her head. ]
I can undo it.
[ She very carefully starts that work and reaches out. Bare, warm fingers against bare skin. Her ears are burning, but she forges ahead all the same. ]
no subject
[ Red mutters a touch sullenly. Apparently she doesn't feel strongly one way or the other. Or she's avoiding the subject, hard to say. Her eyes are drawn to the bare skin on display - and the scent of her, which more than anything is present to Red. She curls her fingers and then shakes her head. ]
I can undo it.
[ She very carefully starts that work and reaches out. Bare, warm fingers against bare skin. Her ears are burning, but she forges ahead all the same. ]