[ There's a sight Rose doesn't think she'll ever tire of. It's like unwrapping a present every time, new and exciting; there's something so splendid about the first clothes being peeled away and only skin left underneath. Janus' is beautiful, too. There's so much personality there in their freckles, some story too in the scars even for as faint as they may be. She wants to kiss every inch of it that she possibly can and maybe she'll be able to if given the opportunity.

Their showing off is doing quite a lot for Rose, she'll have them know. ]

Sometimes, [ she says, shifting to follow their lead and raise her arms. It's just as swift a moment before her shirt's gone and- Somewhere. She doesn't care. She'd rather smile at the cute person atop her and answer their question. ]

I forget some words, or- English generalizes a lot. Most people just say 'seaweed' but there's so many different types. Nori, wakame, hijiki. I don't know how you can just call them all the same.