[She lifts her head, just enough to make it easier for him to get the ponytail, before shaking it to help loosen up the bound hair. He's welcome to comb through it to fix it however he likes; he's one of the few people who gets to see her with her hair down like this in all of it's slightly frizzy, uneven glory. The sound of his voice makes her heart swell in her chest, that boundless affection and love that he gives only her making her cheeks flush pink as she laughs again.]
Yeah. Less pokey. [Meaning the lack of armor, that is. Her fingertips continue their gentle trace up his back, along his shoulder blades and down his biceps, taking her time to thoroughly map his skin that she can't quite see from this angle as she relaxes beneath him. It's easy to lose herself in the warmth and press of his body against hers, a feeling she'd missed so, so much while he was gone.] So you got new armor, a new visor... anything else?
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Yeah. Less pokey. [Meaning the lack of armor, that is. Her fingertips continue their gentle trace up his back, along his shoulder blades and down his biceps, taking her time to thoroughly map his skin that she can't quite see from this angle as she relaxes beneath him. It's easy to lose herself in the warmth and press of his body against hers, a feeling she'd missed so, so much while he was gone.] So you got new armor, a new visor... anything else?