Paper Set Aflame (Hime/Elyss)

“Your bed sucks. Also, I wouldn’t say I’m serious. It’s just a waste of time to worry about all that stuff when all ya need is a good person at your side. Also also, cull your pleasant emotions.”

She did follow Hime into her bedroom, and, honestly, Elyss thought it perfect. It’s exactly how she thought it’d be. Hime is a practical woman despite her makeup. She would look at a bedroom and keep it just that: a bedroom. This is where you sleep, and or whatever else is probably in the taller woman’s head. As obvious as the bedroom is, Hime’s probably even more obvious. The redhead wondered what would happen if she pushed for a bit of fun. It’s enough to make her suck in some air between her teeth.

“Well, guess I’ll get ready. Weird that I’m a bit tired, huh?”

She’s not sure if she should be getting undressed so absentmindedly, but they’re both women. And, besides, this is probably one of the easier ways for Hime to decide if she’s actually fallen for the redhead. For Elyss, this isn’t really anything new, so it is what it is. Though, Elyss’ body, itself, is something of an art piece. Faint scars dote her creamy skin, detailing events of her life that differ greatly in importance. Her shoulders and back seem strong, lazy stretching easily detailing her muscular tone. It’s funny how most people think she's beautiful, but their uniforms don’t help with showing off her actual person. Even then, there’s still a daintiness about her, like she doesn’t actually have the ability to punch a hole through mountains.

“Want the left or right side?”

Her pants stay on, at least, leaving her and her bandaged chest gazing at Hime with stoic curiosity. It’s always interesting how Elyss is able to simply erase any expression from her face. One wouldn’t believe she was just having a mental breakdown a few minutes ago.