Sei's tiny hands flap and fuss about, but she lets herself be dabbed and attended to and oh wow that sure did go over about as well as a fart in a sutra, didn't it?
Goodness he's strong--she can feel that even in his small gestures. And so gentle. And well-mannered. And really really big. Nnnnngh. So this is the sort of place where armor can talk and move and do human things, apparently. That works. She could seriously go for some human things right about now.
Also, her makeup's ruined. Her face probably looks like blotchy pottery and her lips are all over her cheeks for sure. Fuck it.
LEAF IN THE RIVER / YOUR COURSE CANNOT BE YOUR OWN / OH SHIT NOW IT'S ON
"Nevermind the sleeves," she says, leaning forward to all but drape herself against Drift's hand. She's good at this sort of thing, and her robes fall open just enough to allow the warmth of her side, with her thin kosode a mere plausible deniability, to slide across its metal surface.
"the seasons have altered," she purrs, "one must put on something new."
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Goodness he's strong--she can feel that even in his small gestures. And so gentle. And well-mannered. And really really big. Nnnnngh. So this is the sort of place where armor can talk and move and do human things, apparently. That works. She could seriously go for some human things right about now.
Also, her makeup's ruined. Her face probably looks like blotchy pottery and her lips are all over her cheeks for sure. Fuck it.
LEAF IN THE RIVER / YOUR COURSE CANNOT BE YOUR OWN / OH SHIT NOW IT'S ON
"Nevermind the sleeves," she says, leaning forward to all but drape herself against Drift's hand. She's good at this sort of thing, and her robes fall open just enough to allow the warmth of her side, with her thin kosode a mere plausible deniability, to slide across its metal surface.
"the seasons have altered," she purrs, "one must put on something new."