There was quite possibly a stupid little flutter that came from Feferi straight out copping a feel on her arms; being able to get some appreciation for the work she had put in on her body to protect herself felt good, as all recognition and acknowledgement did to Roxy. Granted, there was probably some parental issues to do with all that, but for now she was content to shove the sparks of such behaviors aside in favor of basking in the attention.
When Feferi popped the question about swimming, Roxy froze up, foolishly glad that the woman had already drawn away so she couldn't feel the tension that suddenly locked Roxy's muscles. Carefully slipping her sleeves and straps back into place, she offered a quick chuckle, though the sound was—fuck, it felt raspy, deeper than Roxy wanted right at that moment.
"Swimmin' ain't really the best-advised thing for me to be doin'," Roxy admitted, swirling a clump of her hair around one finger before tugging on it. She felt her own smile upon her face, carefully stitched into position so as not to give way to—to literally anything else, because the kinds of things she was thinking were not things to be grinning away like a fool over.
Before Roxy's nerves could get jangled with further attempts at not thinking about shit, she saw Feferi's petting of poor Rincewind. "Oh, no—look, you gotta pet along the way their fur grows, see?" Her fingers made quick work of smoothing down the cat's pelt, her digits lightly brushing against Feferi's. Apologetically, Roxy grinned and lifted her eyes up.
"Like I said, swimmin' ain't really my thing for a number of reasons that ain't worth gettin' into at this moment, but I am totes amenable to hearin' if you've got any other kind of date ideas. I am the most persuadable. It is me."
Roxy: Get felt up.
When Feferi popped the question about swimming, Roxy froze up, foolishly glad that the woman had already drawn away so she couldn't feel the tension that suddenly locked Roxy's muscles. Carefully slipping her sleeves and straps back into place, she offered a quick chuckle, though the sound was—fuck, it felt raspy, deeper than Roxy wanted right at that moment.
"Swimmin' ain't really the best-advised thing for me to be doin'," Roxy admitted, swirling a clump of her hair around one finger before tugging on it. She felt her own smile upon her face, carefully stitched into position so as not to give way to—to literally anything else, because the kinds of things she was thinking were not things to be grinning away like a fool over.
Before Roxy's nerves could get jangled with further attempts at not thinking about shit, she saw Feferi's petting of poor Rincewind. "Oh, no—look, you gotta pet along the way their fur grows, see?" Her fingers made quick work of smoothing down the cat's pelt, her digits lightly brushing against Feferi's. Apologetically, Roxy grinned and lifted her eyes up.
"Like I said, swimmin' ain't really my thing for a number of reasons that ain't worth gettin' into at this moment, but I am totes amenable to hearin' if you've got any other kind of date ideas. I am the most persuadable. It is me."