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"I sure do look cute, don't I?"
She does a pose, one hand on her hip, fingers of the other pressing the visor of his cap up.
Red just blinks sleepily at her from his place on the bed, then considers going right back to sleep.
(Figures she'd help herself to his cap without his permission while he's out cold. It's not like he minds per se, but he doesn't really care as she seems to believe, either.)
She sprawls sideways over him, her back hanging over his hip and her feet still touching the floor.
"Aw, come on. You should be all over this! Don't you men love seeing your girlfriends all dressed up in your clothes? You know, like some ingrained caveman-instinct or something coming online? Hurr Hurr, you woman, you mine?" She pouts at him from the shadow of the cap, mock-affronted at best, huffy at having her fun ruined before it even started at worst.
Raising his eyebrows at her he hopes they convey the right amount of incredulity.
Leaf sighs, long and drawn-out, and sprawls even more over him, arms outstretched and legs up on the bed now, perfect imitation of a Staryu bathing in the sun.
Blessed moments of silence, and he can already feel Musharna's realm tug on the edges of his consciousness—
"You know, I'd definitely love to see you in my clothes, though."
He sighs, feeling any lingering sleepiness dissipate.
Does stretch out his hand in wordless acquiescence, though.
(Her ensuing grin is blinding.)