[ Schneider leans into the touch, curling a lock of Vertin's hair around a finger. She exhales softly, her breath ghosting over Vertin's skin]
Yes. You remembered right. Doves are my favourite. And your hair reminds me of them.
[ She murmurs, a smile curving at her lips. A distraction, but Schneider would pretend it's not one at all. After all, why would someone like her need one?]
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Yes. You remembered right. Doves are my favourite. And your hair reminds me of them.
[ She murmurs, a smile curving at her lips. A distraction, but Schneider would pretend it's not one at all. After all, why would someone like her need one?]