You realize it’s just a leotard and cloak right. . .

||: Gfgyfghgggggg.

Her face is R E D. Now she’s imagining Lucia actively wearing it in front of her. . . . She’s getting curious now— “Do you want to do it again. . ?”

“Both. Both parts.” She tries to say it with a straight face. “Leotard and cloak. I would just need to unhook them.”

||: S Rank Billy looks neat.

Sun Bringer

Staring and blinking.

Clearing throat, tugging on her own collar. “Yes, why do you ask?”

“I was not staring.” Lie. “It was merely a brief distraction.” Truth.

B l u s h. She was briefly shaking her head while exhaling. “You look at me with sarcasm. Why are you walking to me like that..?”

“Now I reciprocate and say that I don’t exactly believe you. You’re swaying, a /lot/.”

“We did that yesterday. After you wouldn’t stop begging to further investigate a new strain even after I said we know everything.”

Sweatdrop. “If it makes you happy, then I suppose I can spare some time.” Pause. Then under her breath. “ᴇsᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ɪғ ɪᴛ’s ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ.”

“. . .” Her eyes are leering to the right as if unsure what to say. “I already told you some of what I’ve been through. But asides from the safe houses you stayed with me in, I don’t really belong anywhere.”

“But I don’t necessarily belong there. As a guardian, it is best that not many know me. . . I know what I have to do to blend in. But can I adapt to that. . ?”

“That is. . .” She thought of that for a moment. “You are correct in that. Just under the environment I was influenced under, I’m was not seen as a person, just an object under the guise of self sustaining. I know what to do, but personal experience is non existent.”