[Nah she usually has to wash it, at least once a day. Once she started getting popular as a hero or something, she would easily accept a sponsorship for some sort of laundry soap. Just don't make her sew tacky ads onto it and she'll do the commercials.
Not that she's thinking about soap. Mostly she's enjoying how good he looks, under her boot. It's almost unfair, to be honest. The contrast of white hair against black leather...really a bit of blood and she would have taken a photograph.
Her boot slides down. Down his face, his neck, skimming over his collarbones to rest itself against his chest.]
What do I want.
[Her voice is quiet, almost pensive, as she considers this. A small smile touches her mouth.]
it's so hard to make her so cheerful
Not that she's thinking about soap. Mostly she's enjoying how good he looks, under her boot. It's almost unfair, to be honest. The contrast of white hair against black leather...really a bit of blood and she would have taken a photograph.
Her boot slides down. Down his face, his neck, skimming over his collarbones to rest itself against his chest.]
What do I want.
[Her voice is quiet, almost pensive, as she considers this. A small smile touches her mouth.]
You. Just you.