Date: 2007-09-21 08:46 pm (UTC)
Considering that the last person she'd had a massively ill-advised makeout session with had had skin the color of withered mushrooms and a laugh that nearly unhinged her spine with fear...scars, even a lot of scars, were something she could deal with. Maybe even find interesting in texture as she touched them. They were probably piratical, or something, anyway.

Sunshine was skinny because, in addition to the sheer nervous energy she ran on, lifting muffin tins and full pots of soup and kneading dough hour after hour burned a lot of calories. It also made her surprisingly strong for her size, which helped with the limpet-like clinging. She made a little yelp as he picked her up, but it wasn't a yelp of protest, and it was definitely nice to find the stuff she was helping him divest himself of getting simpler.

"Aye, I did be noticin' that." Honestly, she could have lived with the tone of her own voice, but where was this dialogue coming from? She liked trashy novels, but it was more the 'nameless eldrich horror stalks spunky heroine' kind of trashy, not...this. Finding out you had unplumbed pirate wench depths was seriously disconcerting.
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