[A warning called from a prudent distance, in case he's rinsing his skivvies. Camille approaches at a leisurely pace, tossing her hair over her shoulder in a losing battle.
She's got her own mysterious missive gleaming through her chest. The teeth were in the floor. ]
Glad someone's got the right idea. We're getting ripe. [And... Well. She can't tell what any of this might mean just from looking, but she shouldn't let him walk around unawares.] Your back's got a lot to say this morning.
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Hey.
[A warning called from a prudent distance, in case he's rinsing his skivvies. Camille approaches at a leisurely pace, tossing her hair over her shoulder in a losing battle.
She's got her own mysterious missive gleaming through her chest. The teeth were in the floor. ]
Glad someone's got the right idea. We're getting ripe. [And... Well. She can't tell what any of this might mean just from looking, but she shouldn't let him walk around unawares.] Your back's got a lot to say this morning.