[if this was more than just following through on a running joke, Tempest would make a bigger idea out of it. As it is, she makes quick work of her clothes, because it's cold and she'd rather not be standing naked in the middle of winter for too long.
The last thing to go is her shirt, and she tosses that on the pile before crossing her arms, resisting the urge to shiver. And were it anyone else, she'd feel a little more self-conscious about the the burns on her hands and wrists, or the one that that stands out on her shoulder. She isn't doing this to impress them, after all]
Then you should believe me when I say I am not messing with you.
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The last thing to go is her shirt, and she tosses that on the pile before crossing her arms, resisting the urge to shiver. And were it anyone else, she'd feel a little more self-conscious about the the burns on her hands and wrists, or the one that that stands out on her shoulder. She isn't doing this to impress them, after all]
Then you should believe me when I say I am not messing with you.