[ she's only not affected because she is trying very, very hard not to be, knowing all too well that he'll be able to tell if she is. and they've been working so hard at being able to be around each other again, at trusting each other, and however she still feels about him, she doesn't want to jeopardize that. still, she can't help the skip in her heartbeat or the fluttering in the pit of her stomach as she takes the pajamas from him, smiling slightly before shutting the door and pulling them on.
they hang loose on her, the pants slung low on her hips and the shirt hanging halfway down her thighs. the scent is indeed much more pleasant than the clothing she'd worn outside and she tries not to think about the memories they stoke in her mind, breathing in deeply before opening the door.
oh. right. the corpse flowers. that's enough to snap her back into reality. she gags a little before opening the door and stepping out, grateful for the more pleasant scent of the tea. ]
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Date: 2019-10-19 05:44 am (UTC)they hang loose on her, the pants slung low on her hips and the shirt hanging halfway down her thighs. the scent is indeed much more pleasant than the clothing she'd worn outside and she tries not to think about the memories they stoke in her mind, breathing in deeply before opening the door.
oh. right. the corpse flowers. that's enough to snap her back into reality. she gags a little before opening the door and stepping out, grateful for the more pleasant scent of the tea. ]