*And Kanaya's just doing her thing, helping Rose take the dress off, when she glances up at the girl and--
--why is her face so furiously red? This is just a dress fitting, isn't it? Even if it now occurs to Kanaya that the skin of Rose's forearm where she's rested her hand momentarily is very warm and soft, and...
She freezes, looking up at Rose as if she's waiting for something to happen, her job done and the garment now changeable.* Rose? Are you all right?
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Date: 2011-11-18 05:29 pm (UTC)--why is her face so furiously red? This is just a dress fitting, isn't it? Even if it now occurs to Kanaya that the skin of Rose's forearm where she's rested her hand momentarily is very warm and soft, and...
She freezes, looking up at Rose as if she's waiting for something to happen, her job done and the garment now changeable.* Rose? Are you all right?