[ Too much shirt? Mako smiles and nuzzles against him before she leans away and pulls her shirt over her head, careful to toss it onto a nearby chair and not on the floor. She's working not to be shy about it, and she shifts on his lap, tugging on his shirt in turn. ]
Now you. [ Nevermind that she technically doesn't have the right to order him around. ]
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Now you. [ Nevermind that she technically doesn't have the right to order him around. ]