[She looks up at the touch, not in the slightest put out by it. Considering how many bodies slid past her and either copped a feel or tried to wrangle it so she copped a feel, it was hard to get her hackles up over such an innocuous touch. She can't help but smile at the drawl; so she has a weak spot for accents. Sue her.]
No harm, no foul. Not like my boobs are on my shoulders.
[Sky can't help but let her eyes flick over him in assessment, some silent thing she's been doing to almost everyone she's met. It's hard not to when she's been dumped in a city, given beads and an apartment and told to go for gold. With sex almost shoved in her face, it's next to impossible to let her mind not think about it. Even when she's looking at some pretty impressive toys.]
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No harm, no foul. Not like my boobs are on my shoulders.
[Sky can't help but let her eyes flick over him in assessment, some silent thing she's been doing to almost everyone she's met. It's hard not to when she's been dumped in a city, given beads and an apartment and told to go for gold. With sex almost shoved in her face, it's next to impossible to let her mind not think about it. Even when she's looking at some pretty impressive toys.]