Bustin' Makes Me Feel Good! (For Bare)

[CyanDimitrik]

"Si! To LAW!," Camille quickly replies, hands raised with palms shown. "I've been a wrestling fan for years. Since I was like fourteen or thirteen. Somewhere like 'dat. But like I said, is' very different in México. None of the, ah.. kissing. Hard to kiss in a mask! I think."

She actually isn't sure about that. It's not like her mask is technically of the traditional style. But she's used to only seeing little squares for the mouths, maybe even less sometimes! That can't be good for kissing! There's, like, lip gymnastics involved in that, isn't there? Her focus turns aside as she puckers her lips and flexes them about, obviously trying to figure out the range of motion needed for making out and if the masks would, in fact, prohibit it.

It's awkward.

She's an awkward girl.

It can't be helped.

Suddenly, she hits a realization. Her second match is meant to be in a swimsuit. She freezes mid air-smooch, and she blinks a couple times. The overall expression is unfortunately very fish-like. But her mind is anywhere but how she must look in this moment, fixated instead on the potential scandal about to unfold.

The expression is lost as she turns her attetion back to Teuila. "'Dey don't.. like.. demand you get steam, right?," she asks hesitantly. "It's like.. a choice you have. Yes?"