Bold of you to assume Taako an' I don't share clothes.
[What's hers is his and vice versa. Sure, they pretend to claim ownership over a particular top or a specific pair of heels, but really, it's just all collectively Theirs.
But it works, the woman untangling herself from his arms, already turning away from the window she'd been staring out of. Even if this body of hers doesn't need sleep anymore, she just looks exhausted.]
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[What's hers is his and vice versa. Sure, they pretend to claim ownership over a particular top or a specific pair of heels, but really, it's just all collectively Theirs.
But it works, the woman untangling herself from his arms, already turning away from the window she'd been staring out of. Even if this body of hers doesn't need sleep anymore, she just looks exhausted.]
C'mon, I'll show you how it's done.