Dreamworld - Natsumi's Group
Sienna sputtered and giggled again, barely managing to keep from spitting as her lips buzzed. She bent over a little to keep her composure and rested her hands on her knees, still standing a bit taller than Natsumi even so. "Yeah, he's a bit jittery huh? Kinda skinny, too," she replied between chuckles.
She noticed how shiny her boots looked as she looked down at them, and immediately stopped laughing and looked astonished. "Damn," she said in mild awe. "I never noticed before how good a job y'all did at cleaning these busted old things up." She'd been so used to seeing them covered in engine grease and grit, and even though they were old and worn, it was impressive how nice they looked now. A shame she'd just now realized it.
Rising back up to her full height, she only then became aware that Natsumi was leaning on her, and started to giggle again at the Neko, then stopped again. "You said somethin' about a pool," she said as if continuing the same thought. "Is there a pool? Let's go to the pool. Too damn hot out here. Let's get in the pool." Her eyes turned to Kale again, and the wily grin returned. "C'mon, nerve-boy. Bring your girlfriends too. Hey, where's that big strapping guy? Or that other one, what's his name, Bors? Let's go find the pool."
She fanned her shirt tail, and for a moment contemplated just taking it off altogether. The warm sun would be nice on her skin, and her shirt was starting to itch a bit. She decided against it, however, thinking it'd be best if she gave them something to look forward to, and started to lazily pull Natsumi in an arbitrary direction.