[ Oh, yeah, she'll take that. The cup (almost finished) is a very acceptable loss if it means a comfortable sprawl with Sigma's arms around her. She wriggles to find the exact most comfortable arrangement, then, satisfied, folds her arms over his.
(And it's sort of weird how, even now, the proximity is a physical comfort. Irritations she'd kept at the back of her mind without acknowledging alleviate, clearing up a mood she hadn't even noticed was bordering on stormy.) ]
Oh, yeah, true. Your ass looked great. I mean — don't worry, it always does. But especially then. [ Which reminds her of the last part of that mission... which, honestly, went pretty far toward making the rest of it bearable, in retrospect. Which in turn reminds her of her next thought, which is another perfect distraction from the situation at hand: ] Hey, what do you wanna do when we get back to Oska?
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(And it's sort of weird how, even now, the proximity is a physical comfort. Irritations she'd kept at the back of her mind without acknowledging alleviate, clearing up a mood she hadn't even noticed was bordering on stormy.) ]
Oh, yeah, true. Your ass looked great. I mean — don't worry, it always does. But especially then. [ Which reminds her of the last part of that mission... which, honestly, went pretty far toward making the rest of it bearable, in retrospect. Which in turn reminds her of her next thought, which is another perfect distraction from the situation at hand: ] Hey, what do you wanna do when we get back to Oska?