[she says it with no regard for whether satoko will understand and no desire to explain if she doesn't. her body takes a moment, like she doesn't remember how, or like she's wrestling with how this would look to people who might notice her.]
[she reaches out and snuffs the cigarette in the ashtray, and now that she's more able, she slowly crawls more on top of satoko. it's impossible to meet her eyes, but she can feel the frown on her own face communicating enough on its own. more obvious wants. more obnoxious transparency. everyone has already seen anna for who she is before she's even done anything. is that so wrong, here?]
[with caution like she's holding a porcelain doll, she touches satoko's arms, slides her hands underneath them. makes her hands meet around her back. her lower body settles slowly, carefully into place. it's a feeling that has aged, but she can't tell how well yet.]
no subject
[she says it with no regard for whether satoko will understand and no desire to explain if she doesn't. her body takes a moment, like she doesn't remember how, or like she's wrestling with how this would look to people who might notice her.]
[she reaches out and snuffs the cigarette in the ashtray, and now that she's more able, she slowly crawls more on top of satoko. it's impossible to meet her eyes, but she can feel the frown on her own face communicating enough on its own. more obvious wants. more obnoxious transparency. everyone has already seen anna for who she is before she's even done anything. is that so wrong, here?]
[with caution like she's holding a porcelain doll, she touches satoko's arms, slides her hands underneath them. makes her hands meet around her back. her lower body settles slowly, carefully into place. it's a feeling that has aged, but she can't tell how well yet.]