[ The short hum he gives seems to mean he agrees. So instead, he steps closer, fingers finding where she'd left off unbuttoning her shirt. Slowly, they work downward, yanking her shirt free from her slacks as he nears the bottom. If he still had his scythe, he could have very quickly done away with the garment with a snip or two. Let her wardrobe be thankful he turned it in before leaving for Heaven. ]
How does it feel?
[ He's referring to her wound, as he gently places a hand over the bandaging - a sharp contrast to the rough movements of his hands a moment before. ]
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How does it feel?
[ He's referring to her wound, as he gently places a hand over the bandaging - a sharp contrast to the rough movements of his hands a moment before. ]