[ Oddly, Red's awkward delivery puts Nami at ease. It’s consoling to not be the only one who’s making it up as they go. For Red’s sake, she tries to roll with it, seemingly oblivious to the stilted delivery of the other woman’s lines when she gasps dramatically after she promises Nami that she’ll talk ]
No, never!
[ Her voice sounds so fake, Nami has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing before she arches her back towards Red as the other woman pulls on the ring connecting her top to the collar around her neck, her breasts lifting upward invitingly despite the feigned hesitance she puts on those few steps forward. ]
No matter what you do, I swear I’ll never tell you. [ When Red stops the ruse long enough to murmur an apology, Nami keeps her response subtle, letting her steps falter briefly so her hip bumps against Red’s in a brief, wordless acknowledgement, before she’s hustled over to the edge of the table and their act can resume. ]
no subject
No, never!
[ Her voice sounds so fake, Nami has to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing before she arches her back towards Red as the other woman pulls on the ring connecting her top to the collar around her neck, her breasts lifting upward invitingly despite the feigned hesitance she puts on those few steps forward. ]
No matter what you do, I swear I’ll never tell you. [ When Red stops the ruse long enough to murmur an apology, Nami keeps her response subtle, letting her steps falter briefly so her hip bumps against Red’s in a brief, wordless acknowledgement, before she’s hustled over to the edge of the table and their act can resume. ]