(is she okay? that's the mystery. cellinia herself can't say a word on that, not even about how she hasn't felt right. now included, where they both are stuck in disastrous costumes that the wolf would rather not be wearing. even if she did make the leotard and shorts look appealing. the cloak too, despite it not covering much. not even her arm scar from months ago while the wolf glances over at red. seeing her reach out to touch her, but pausing from it as if wondering whether it was fine or not. that causes cellinia to think to herself about how unsurprising that this must be. she's always struggled with allowing others to freely touch her, perhaps with telling them that they can.
what did it matter, haven't they seen each other nude? didn't they behave like a pair of wild animals in that stupid dome? she wants to say something, but she pauses until finally she comes nearer. moving over enough for their fingers to brush together, their arms to near touch, while cellinia half ignores the effect of the makeup from earlier that they put on her.)
I should be. (she will be. she's not the best at these things, not at expressing her true thoughts and feelings. it'd be more of a surprise if cellinia could, but she doesn't say a word about it. not about what she couldn't remember from when she went down into maintenance. about how she at the time left a note and quietly departed with the intention of avoiding being dragged back for something as stupid as going alone.) It's....good to see you again.
(amber eyes look up at her face, the elevator is taking its time to bring them to their destination like something decided to work in their favor. for once. it's doubtful that this will happen to them often, knowing how the house tends to pick the worst times to kick up a storm or cause some manner of disturbances for those that found themselves trapped within the hellhole.) ....should we get out of these when we get inside the trailer? (is it a proposition, an offer to let red undress her? that's also hard to say, since she's not the least bit good at dirty talk and such things.)
It's a bit too tight on me.
(the leotard is, she means. it does little for the imagination in how much it sticks to her and brings out toned muscle and curves.)
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what did it matter, haven't they seen each other nude? didn't they behave like a pair of wild animals in that stupid dome? she wants to say something, but she pauses until finally she comes nearer. moving over enough for their fingers to brush together, their arms to near touch, while cellinia half ignores the effect of the makeup from earlier that they put on her.)
I should be. (she will be. she's not the best at these things, not at expressing her true thoughts and feelings. it'd be more of a surprise if cellinia could, but she doesn't say a word about it. not about what she couldn't remember from when she went down into maintenance. about how she at the time left a note and quietly departed with the intention of avoiding being dragged back for something as stupid as going alone.) It's....good to see you again.
(amber eyes look up at her face, the elevator is taking its time to bring them to their destination like something decided to work in their favor. for once. it's doubtful that this will happen to them often, knowing how the house tends to pick the worst times to kick up a storm or cause some manner of disturbances for those that found themselves trapped within the hellhole.) ....should we get out of these when we get inside the trailer? (is it a proposition, an offer to let red undress her? that's also hard to say, since she's not the least bit good at dirty talk and such things.)
It's a bit too tight on me.
(the leotard is, she means. it does little for the imagination in how much it sticks to her and brings out toned muscle and curves.)