[ she's watching him expectantly, waiting on his answer until it finally comes. the sound of her typing continues to fill the space-- she's always been a multitasker, and there's no sense in wasting time-- but it stops, after a moment. another passes, and finally, danger rises from her spot on the carpet, carefully stepping over wires and screens and computer parts to close the distance between them.
in an unceremonious, unselfconscious way, she pulls his shirt over her head, baring skin as she promptly places the garment into his hands, passing by him to their room in search of something else to wear. ]
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in an unceremonious, unselfconscious way, she pulls his shirt over her head, baring skin as she promptly places the garment into his hands, passing by him to their room in search of something else to wear. ]