[Clingy Pen didn't mind, though it hadn't gone unnoticed. Much like the way her partner trails off. At first she suspects it's the tattoos, or maybe her backside...but no, that wouldn't generate that much of a stare.]
What? Something wrong?
[Spinning, she folds her arms over her chest, the sleeping top a touch looser than it had been.]
no subject
What? Something wrong?
[Spinning, she folds her arms over her chest, the sleeping top a touch looser than it had been.]