[ If things go where Nami hopes they will, aspects of that might be considered an art — something she wouldn't mind proving to Weiss if pressed. Still smirking when Weiss asks her where she'd like to paint, an unexpected rush of warmth runs up her spine, leaving the back of her neck flushed as she considers the question. ]
I think I'd have to see what I had to work with before I decided. There are a lot of beautiful places on you, you can't ask me to pick one off the top of my head.
[ Which might have come off as empty flattery were it not for the absolutely dry, plain-spoken way Nami says it. There's nothing insincere about her words — Weiss is funny and beautiful, and she'd like nothing more than to get them both undressed and see where their creativity took them, artistic or otherwise. ]
Maybe your back. [ Nami adds, her shoulders lifting in a minuscule shrug. ] If you made me pick.
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[ If things go where Nami hopes they will, aspects of that might be considered an art — something she wouldn't mind proving to Weiss if pressed. Still smirking when Weiss asks her where she'd like to paint, an unexpected rush of warmth runs up her spine, leaving the back of her neck flushed as she considers the question. ]
I think I'd have to see what I had to work with before I decided. There are a lot of beautiful places on you, you can't ask me to pick one off the top of my head.
[ Which might have come off as empty flattery were it not for the absolutely dry, plain-spoken way Nami says it. There's nothing insincere about her words — Weiss is funny and beautiful, and she'd like nothing more than to get them both undressed and see where their creativity took them, artistic or otherwise. ]
Maybe your back. [ Nami adds, her shoulders lifting in a minuscule shrug. ] If you made me pick.