[ Ramir would've had zero complaints about it if Sigma had lost the shirt -- or all of it, that'd be fine too -- but when he settles down next to her that's really good enough for her. She slips an arm around his waist in turn, tucking her hand under the edge of his shirt to rest it against his back directly. ]
Maybe. [ She leans her head against his shoulder, tipped just enough to aim a self-satisfied grin up at him. ] I mean, had to pick somewhere romantic, right? Not just any patch of weeds.
[ Which is completely true, she had wanted somewhere picturesque and romantic, but since it feels sort of weird to say -- she's still working out her approach to romance -- it gets the irreverent treatment to make her feel better. She's only working on half a battle plan here, playing the other half by ear. ]
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Maybe. [ She leans her head against his shoulder, tipped just enough to aim a self-satisfied grin up at him. ] I mean, had to pick somewhere romantic, right? Not just any patch of weeds.
[ Which is completely true, she had wanted somewhere picturesque and romantic, but since it feels sort of weird to say -- she's still working out her approach to romance -- it gets the irreverent treatment to make her feel better. She's only working on half a battle plan here, playing the other half by ear. ]