[At Weiss’ question, Fang approaches her with languid grace, resting a hand on the wall beside Weiss’ head and leaning forward. With the same unrushed deliberateness, she places two fingers under the smaller woman’s chin, tilting her head upward.
She leans over, partially shielding them from the hungry eyes of the painting.]
I can manage being cute enough, if that’s your preference.
[Her smile comes, slow and pleased, mostly with herself.]
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[At Weiss’ question, Fang approaches her with languid grace, resting a hand on the wall beside Weiss’ head and leaning forward. With the same unrushed deliberateness, she places two fingers under the smaller woman’s chin, tilting her head upward.
She leans over, partially shielding them from the hungry eyes of the painting.]
I can manage being cute enough, if that’s your preference.
[Her smile comes, slow and pleased, mostly with herself.]