>>18892316>>18892320>[Sola goes to give Carmody her jacket, but Carmody refuses. Why couldn’t it have been a yellow blanket or something instead? Wait a minute; 'If Bree gets a little too frisky'..? Is Carmody trying to set Sola up? Maybe... Carmody doesn't feel the same way. Huh. Sola hadn't really thought of that. She really thought there was some kind of connection.]Arriving back at the Dojo, Sola can only watch with a goofy grin as Carmody raids the kitchen, reaching for the top shelf stuff in that skirt. It's a great sight. Uhh, impressive, that is, because of how tall LILLITH is. Carmody makes it looks so easy, though. Uhh, she means, purely analytically, Carmody has a good body. Uhh, for fighting. Long legs, and defined muscles. They would surely be an advantage in a fight. Or something. Sola's brain is half frozen, and she's most certainly going to be dealing with the residual effects of the beating handed out by Mighty Milf and Ash Romero. But Sola still won.
With a cup of cocoa in Sola's hands, the heat is radiating through her body. Carmody grabs the blanket from Sola's bed and the two sit with their backs against the wall. Under the blanket, Carmody is pressed up right against Sola, and even though she's bruised and sore, Sola wouldn't have it any other way.
"I've got no idea. I was trying to tell Kanako that weird stuff happens around here. Kanako just kinda bailed but... well, now you're stuck with me."
Sola returns the smile, and lets Carmody's comment hang in the air. This *is* nice. Sola's heart beats rapidly when Carmody scoots even closer, and despite being the taller of the two, rests her head on Sola's shoulder. Sola tells herself she's shivering from the cold but... Sola's lying.
