Oh, you go quiet when you concentrate? That why I never hear you rub one out?

[ For a second there, Aki's fury looked like it may actually prevail into violence. Not that Denji shows enough awareness to consider flinching back, triumphantly grinning straight at her — the same sharp spread of teeth she'd looked down at her with when the toe of sneaker had shot up her crotch that first meeting. Blocking out the view of the sun with her own resplendent pride. Right now, there's no sun in sight and they're both standing on the same flat level, but for some reason Denji has the gall to act like she's on higher ground. ]

C'mon, seriously, what're you embarrassed for? Red isn't bad on you… [ She skims the cinched shape of the gown's waist with a slow hand. Rubs the lace trim of her too-short skirt between her fingers. It really is the same dress she was wearing half an hour ago. ] It's just this looked longer on me, so I was tryna figure out why.

[ Tsk, clicks her tongue as she tries to help stretch the fabric down since Aki's all up in arms about it, but it's a bust. She's not that much shorter than her, is she? ]

If you wanna take it off later, you're probably gonna need help.