"Rainbow is... a good look for you. You should consider dye."

Madeleine's arms pull Machia tight against and then - suddenly - release. She sits up and rolls off of the couch bed with a jerky sort of heaving motion and then bends down to examine her partner's face. The circles under her own eyes are sharper and darker than ever: she is plainly exhausted. But all of her attention is on checking Machia's eyes, her hair, the elasticity of her skin. She steps away with a small nod.

"Well. For a first attempt that wasn't terrible, at least. I wonder, did you notice me at all? I would be impressed if you did."

Her smile is coy, quiet. She sighs as she shrugs her shoulders and slips out of the white and black lab coat, tossing it at Machia and leaving herself once again in next to nothing. She lingers for a moment on the boundary of too close and too far. She is almost like a painting - the illusion of depth brought about by clever oils and color, receding where the eye wandered and encroaching where it focused. Her little smile vanishes, and she slinks away to her own neatly folded clothes. She puts her own outfit on again piece by piece. Everything she wore the previous day, frowning more with each addition. 

She does not put the earrings on. Those sit in her palm as she crosses the room one more time and sits down on the still unfolded couch. And she yawns.

"The night... is passed. The morning... bright and young. So I return to being Madeleine Cross, the legal property of Titanomachia. And I would ask of you, O Master mine, to please bring me to a cafe for breakfast. Laugh at me all you want, but I am weak. You know that I, I need..."

Madeleine hangs her head. She pinches the dragon design on her earring, rubbing up and down the length of it between her thumb and forefinger.

"Or I could just, just, go without. I could... cook. Vegetable omelettes are actually my specialty."