[slowly, and with her hands free...she bends her head down, drawing near to Patchouli. Or rather- her hat. The tip of her nose just barely touches it.]
[she breathes, quietly and long...]
[and it leaves just as leisurely.]
[She moves lower, her nose just barely above the surface of Patchouli's hair. Again, the breath comes - and this time she's moving with it, following the trail downward.]
[now, down to her shoulder, though carefully - and deliberately farther and lower from where she'd been kneading. Shooter wanted Patchouli's scent, after all, not mixed with her own. NOT YET ANYWAY /SHOT]
[This time, there's less hesitation. It's not a rough or brutish motion by any measure; still gentle, uncharacteristically so, even now...but she presses her nose, indeed much of her face, into the fabric of her attire. This time, it's not so subtle: it's a quicker, audibly deep breath. Not exaggerated, despite that: just...matter of fact. I'm breathing, and I'm breathing in you, and this is what I want.]
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[she breathes, quietly and long...]
[and it leaves just as leisurely.]
[She moves lower, her nose just barely above the surface of Patchouli's hair. Again, the breath comes - and this time she's moving with it, following the trail downward.]
[now, down to her shoulder, though carefully - and deliberately farther and lower from where she'd been kneading. Shooter wanted Patchouli's scent, after all, not mixed with her own.
NOT YET ANYWAY /SHOT][This time, there's less hesitation. It's not a rough or brutish motion by any measure; still gentle, uncharacteristically so, even now...but she presses her nose, indeed much of her face, into the fabric of her attire. This time, it's not so subtle: it's a quicker, audibly deep breath. Not exaggerated, despite that: just...matter of fact. I'm breathing, and I'm breathing in you, and this is what I want.]