Turns out I'm better at turning off other peoples'.
[ A decidedly darker joke as she crouches in front of him, nightshirt rippling into her tank top as her hair twists itself into a ponytail. She can feel the sun at her back, and firmly resists being pulled into that part of the memory. ]
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[ A decidedly darker joke as she crouches in front of him, nightshirt rippling into her tank top as her hair twists itself into a ponytail. She can feel the sun at her back, and firmly resists being pulled into that part of the memory. ]