[ Along the way, Heather picks up the pace, skipping forward until Reyna speaks again and she turns to face her, just in time to see the redness creep over her cheeks. ] Gods, really? There's no harm in it, not in mine, anyway.
[ She waggles her fingers, palms out in a defenseless gesture. ] Hope that's okay.
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Date: 2013-08-03 03:00 am (UTC)[ She waggles her fingers, palms out in a defenseless gesture. ] Hope that's okay.