The look she fixes Pearl with isn’t quite a leer, but it’s certainly appreciative. Sop and sniffles notwithstanding. Pearl struggles out of her pullover -- tugging up a corner of her dance shirt in the process -- and Rose watches with deep, academic interest as a slice of pale hip is exposed.
Oh, oh. That’s lovely. (She needs to nibble away her grin, and quick.)
Something about how slight she is, swallowed up by her winter clothes (and wiggling out of them, too)... Limbs lovely-long, plucked with sinew from years of dance, now shivering, here, on her doorstep… it’s too sweet to bear.
But Pearl mumbles something as she peels her pullover away, and Rose has to laugh.
“Worried you’ll never see them again?” They probably do have some plastic grocery bags lying around in some miscellanea nook, but this will do just as well. Rose holds the neck of the bag open obligingly, waiting for Pearl to plop the sopped jumper in and move onto the next layer.
“Fair trade, for all the slips I’ve left behind at your dorm.”
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Oh, oh. That’s lovely. (She needs to nibble away her grin, and quick.)
Something about how slight she is, swallowed up by her winter clothes (and wiggling out of them, too)... Limbs lovely-long, plucked with sinew from years of dance, now shivering, here, on her doorstep… it’s too sweet to bear.
But Pearl mumbles something as she peels her pullover away, and Rose has to laugh.
“Worried you’ll never see them again?” They probably do have some plastic grocery bags lying around in some miscellanea nook, but this will do just as well. Rose holds the neck of the bag open obligingly, waiting for Pearl to plop the sopped jumper in and move onto the next layer.
“Fair trade, for all the slips I’ve left behind at your dorm.”