"Considering whatever we've been exposed to has you so fucked up you think you need to breathe, no thank you." She says, pawing at the sticky pollen on her cheek before she turns her attention towards setting up the tent. It doesn't take much, it takes longer for her rummage in her saddlebags than it does for the enchanted tent to unfold itself with just a little assistance on her part.
Then he's practically bowling her over to get inside. She follows after him, shrugging out of her pollen-streaked shirt.
"You lie down, I'm going to wash some of that shit off you." She says, catching sight of her own face-- slightly flushed-- in the mirror of the wash-stand. "Do you want to do anything about...your condition? Do you think you should wait to see if it subsides?"
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Date: 2023-11-06 11:41 pm (UTC)Then he's practically bowling her over to get inside. She follows after him, shrugging out of her pollen-streaked shirt.
"You lie down, I'm going to wash some of that shit off you." She says, catching sight of her own face-- slightly flushed-- in the mirror of the wash-stand. "Do you want to do anything about...your condition? Do you think you should wait to see if it subsides?"