Three days until the Monthly Ranking Test.
Aegis lay on her side, one hand propping up her head, the other draped over her hip. The afternoon light streaming through the window made everything glow gold, including her skin as she tried to look as posh and sexy as possible.
"Go ahead, Lune," she said. "Paint me like one of your French girls."
Lune looked up from her canvas, brush paused mid-stroke.
"What's French?"
"It's a—" Aegis stopped. Right. Different world. No France. "Never mind. Just a joke that doesn't translate."
"Most of your jokes don't translate." Lune went back to painting. "You sometimes reference things that I do not believe exist."
[Shit. Need to be more careful.]
"Maybe I'm just creative."
"Perhaps you're just weird."
"Rich coming from the girl who paints people without asking."
"Did you not literally just ask me to paint you?"
"After you'd already started!"
