Oh, it's not that cold. [Cue light shiver. Genesis stopped trying to get the mud off of her clothes and simply crossed her arms, keeping them over her breasts to hide just what the cold does to a woman's body when not wearing a bra.]
I'll be fine. But, er, I suppose we could get out of the rain for a bit. Atticus, what do you want to do?
[She didn't mind either way, but getting out of dirty clothes was a bit of a priority.]
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[Talking from experience. Oh, Sephiroth.]
Oh, it's not that cold. [Cue light shiver. Genesis stopped trying to get the mud off of her clothes and simply crossed her arms, keeping them over her breasts to hide just what the cold does to a woman's body when not wearing a bra.]
I'll be fine. But, er, I suppose we could get out of the rain for a bit. Atticus, what do you want to do?
[She didn't mind either way, but getting out of dirty clothes was a bit of a priority.]