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Tugging on the collar of her shirt, Chai sighs loudly. She tries to ignore the feeling of sweat running down her back.
It’s been hotter than R&D lately. Which is incredibly annoying. If she wanted to melt into a puddle, she’d go down there. There’s no reason for it to be so goddamn hot anywhere else! Absolutely none! And being in the shade doesn’t even really help!
Even her MP3 hates the heat! After a bit of being somewhere with no air conditioning , the songs get all weird and slow. It doesn’t exactly help with how groggy and loopy she feels.
She shakes herself, clearing her thoughts. Then, Chai looks around blearily for any signs of Korsica. They’re supposed to meet up for...lunch? Or was it a work-related thing…?
Reaching up, she wipes some sweat off her forehead. Ugh. The heat is making it even harder for her to remember…
She tugs on her collar again. M uch like every other time she’s done so, it doesn’t help much. Which is when it occurs to her that she should just...take her shirt off. Sure, she’ll still be sweaty, but it’ll totally help. No shirt means nothing blocking the breeze! Not that there’s much of one...b ut at least she won’t have to keep feeling her own sweatiness .
So, reaching down, she grabs the hem of her shirt and starts pulling it off. The fabric sticks to her skin, making it more difficult. She grimaces.
Eventually, Chai gets it over her head. She sighs. Still very sweaty, but she already feels a little better.
“Uh...Chai?”
She jolts. Blinking, she turns to see Korsica standing a little behind her. One of her hands is hovering just above Chai’s shoulder. She’s leaning forward, looking down towards her with one brow quirked up.
“Oh, hey. There you are.”
“...Hi. Um...sorry...for making you wait. There was...an emergency…”
As she speaks, she keeps glancing down at Chai’s chest. Is something on her…?
She looks down. Hmm. Nothing unusual. Just her sweaty boobs and pulsing core.
Korsica gets a little red in the face as Chai looks back up at her, quirks a brow and tilts her head. She looks away.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to stare. I just...was surprised. I didn’t realize you started HRT.”
Oh. Chai blinks.
Her eyes widen. Oh!
She chuckles sheepishly. “Yeah, well, I didn’t exactly tell you, so...”
Reaching up, she goes to rub the back of her neck—only to remember that she has her gross, sweaty t-shirt still on the ends of her arms.
She takes it the rest of the way off. Korsica shifts from foot to foot as she does.
“...If...you ever have any questions about it or anything, I...wouldn’t mind helping out,” Korsica says after a beat.
“Oh. Uh, cool. Thanks.”
A few beats pass.
“Wait, why do you…” Chai blinks. “Wait! Are you also—?”
“Yes,” she replies, offering a small smile.
“Huh. Cool!”
A few beats pass.
“So, um...let’s get going, yeah?” Korsica tilts her head to the side, then back again.
“Oh, yeah! I’ve been fuckin’ melting out here. Let’s go!”
Korsica starts walking, and Chai is quick to follow her lead.
“Uhm...speaking of going...where exactly are we going? Hehe…”
Korsica sighs.