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[chores]

( there's a small part of her that thinks too, perhaps they should talk about things between them. whatever it was that was between them now. the bigger, more vocal and worrisome half of her fears whatever a conversation like that might bring because (just maybe) her odd status, her non-humanness was somehow a problem. she knows how unlikely a scenario that was but it still sticks to her like a shadow, haunting her motions and lurking in the back of most of her thoughts. she is grateful then, as prompto leans in and kisses her, she is able to push those thoughts down and away for another time.

instead, she focuses on how hot her face becomes once he removes his shirt despite how she is a sheer piece of fabric away from nude. it isn't long before his silent question is answered in full as she unties the knotted fabric around her waist, letting it slip off her shoulders and pool on the floor around her feet. )

Do you want to go to my room or – ( this is still all senselessly new to her as she speaks, red-faced and bare naked before him. still, it's not she wouldn't be against trying new things either. )