Re: Quicklog: Ceil/Daniel
[Ceil didn't mind being brushed away. She scooted on tiptoes, back and back, until she sat on the floor. She tugged at the straps of her tanktop and smiled up at Daniel. Simple, innocent eyes and lips in the shape of a heart. Her words came out almost too articulate. But the seeding happiness in them made them hers.] I don't think preference is uninteresting. [She leaned forward, hands on her bare feet, tits against her ankles as she bent flexibly. Her hair tickled her.] Do you?