Maureen's breath caught. She too was pushing down something unpleasant welling up in her chest... guilt.
But one of Maureen's problems had always been that she didn't tend to think with her chest. Or her head. But something much, much lower.
"It makes you look sort of... dangerous," she said with a small, quirked smile. The white dress was still hanging off of her, soaked with water. She was wearing light blue underthings underneath. They too were wet.
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Date: 2010-07-17 03:21 pm (UTC)But one of Maureen's problems had always been that she didn't tend to think with her chest. Or her head. But something much, much lower.
"It makes you look sort of... dangerous," she said with a small, quirked smile. The white dress was still hanging off of her, soaked with water. She was wearing light blue underthings underneath. They too were wet.