[ Most times, she's grateful that the neck of her shirt is higher than most-- although the girls, save Morgan, had generally worn the same. Right now, with the other Morgan sweetly attending to every bare patch of skin, Noire isn't sure whether she's grateful that there isn't too much or oddly irritated by it.
It's hard to dwell on it either way, and her breath hitches in a soft, startled gasp that sounds far too embarrassing to her reddened ears. Still-- ]
I love you, too... saying it doesn't feel like e-enough, though.
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It's hard to dwell on it either way, and her breath hitches in a soft, startled gasp that sounds far too embarrassing to her reddened ears. Still-- ]
I love you, too... saying it doesn't feel like e-enough, though.