[ South’s smirk grows until it’s a little grin, with a distinct note of amused, not annoyed, ‘seriously?’. She watches without response for a second more, then rolls her eyes dramatically and pulls her t-shirt over her head in one smooth motion.
She’s wearing a sports bra, rather than a standard one—mostly black, but with purple panels. Up her hip and ribs, there’s tattoos of colourful galaxies, and the black outline of a snake that curls up around her body, its head currently hidden under the material.
She kicks her jeans off just as readily—a simple pair of black short-like underwear, form-fitting. Grins at Ducky. Barely had to look away for a second. ]
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[ South’s smirk grows until it’s a little grin, with a distinct note of amused, not annoyed, ‘seriously?’. She watches without response for a second more, then rolls her eyes dramatically and pulls her t-shirt over her head in one smooth motion.
She’s wearing a sports bra, rather than a standard one—mostly black, but with purple panels. Up her hip and ribs, there’s tattoos of colourful galaxies, and the black outline of a snake that curls up around her body, its head currently hidden under the material.
She kicks her jeans off just as readily—a simple pair of black short-like underwear, form-fitting. Grins at Ducky. Barely had to look away for a second. ]
See, totally different.