Pomni isn't one to mind getting to business clothed--- in fact, there's something that makes her gears turn a little faster about it--- but she's fine with only the coat making it's disappearance. For a moment, she just sits on the edge of the bed, and watches.
And watches.
And watches.
Oh for fuck's sake they're still folding it.
For a moment, she stares, and tries to decide what to do. She could probably just say something, but they could very easily insist that folding it this many times (still going) (it's immaculate, why does it need folded more) is, indeed, completely necessary. She could try to shift into a particularly sultry position, but they haven't looked up since they started folding it.
Maybe she'll take a physical angle to it.
With a moment of calculation, she scoots back on the bed, and, with a careful motion, presses her foot into the crotch of their pants, applying just enough pressure to hopefully be attention-grabbing. No words that she could trip all over necessary!
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Pomni isn't one to mind getting to business clothed--- in fact, there's something that makes her gears turn a little faster about it--- but she's fine with only the coat making it's disappearance. For a moment, she just sits on the edge of the bed, and watches.
And watches.
And watches.
Oh for fuck's sake they're still folding it.
For a moment, she stares, and tries to decide what to do. She could probably just say something, but they could very easily insist that folding it this many times (still going) (it's immaculate, why does it need folded more) is, indeed, completely necessary. She could try to shift into a particularly sultry position, but they haven't looked up since they started folding it.
Maybe she'll take a physical angle to it.
With a moment of calculation, she scoots back on the bed, and, with a careful motion, presses her foot into the crotch of their pants, applying just enough pressure to hopefully be attention-grabbing. No words that she could trip all over necessary!