not that it needed straightening out, nor that any attempt to do so would make much of a difference given the state of the garment ββ but negligible impact aside rogue would still reach forward, the need to pat v's collar back into place overtaking any sense of respecting personal space, a sly smile on her face all the while.
" you aren't wrong, " a shrug, then, eyes rolling as moments from the past were brought to the forefront of her memory. " my parents, one of them at least, wanted us to be church people ββ they both had a multitude of sins to make up for, and in the end it clearly didn't do much good. " both dead, both on the same day, and not a single word of condolence from god as far as rogue could remember. there were smarter ways to spend a sunday morning. " the smell is the only thing worthwhile about church. i wasn't complaining, it was just a surprise. "