She smiles to herself when Zoya hovers. She's constantly finding ways to get in her space which quietly delights her. She likes when she's close. She always smells good. Something of spice and a deeper floral that blends together into something that's uniquely Zoya. She works while she stays close. Her fingers are nimble as she sews the appliqués quickly. It's a quick stitch that will hold for the night. She can do a proper application tomorrow.
"Why do I need to fuss over me when I have you to do that?" she reminds her cheekily. Genya turns her head slightly when she glances up at her. She wants to get a good view of her when she smirks. "Besides, I think you like it when I fuss over you. You never let anyone else do it."
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on 2023-10-30 01:48 pm (UTC)"Why do I need to fuss over me when I have you to do that?" she reminds her cheekily. Genya turns her head slightly when she glances up at her. She wants to get a good view of her when she smirks. "Besides, I think you like it when I fuss over you. You never let anyone else do it."