"Aren't we all dead people, technically? So I've got a head start. All I need now is the crap you're decked out in." She gestures loosely toward him. "You don't happen to have another fancy collar lying around, do you?"
She's joking, of course. Obviously.
Lavender and spring-daisy blouses are wrung out between a soldier's fists. Her forearms flex with the effort, lines and edges cut into tan skin.
"Training in these will be a nightmare. I'd have better luck rooting through the men's clothes." (Until then, she'll be spending the next several hours picking out floral embroidery from collars and billowy sleeves). With a sploosh, she dunks her clothes beneath black water.
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"Aren't we all dead people, technically? So I've got a head start. All I need now is the crap you're decked out in." She gestures loosely toward him. "You don't happen to have another fancy collar lying around, do you?"
She's joking, of course. Obviously.
Lavender and spring-daisy blouses are wrung out between a soldier's fists. Her forearms flex with the effort, lines and edges cut into tan skin.
"Training in these will be a nightmare. I'd have better luck rooting through the men's clothes." (Until then, she'll be spending the next several hours picking out floral embroidery from collars and billowy sleeves). With a sploosh, she dunks her clothes beneath black water.