"Putain de merde, Callaghan, don't you have any sort of shame?!" Toussaint covered her eyes right away, trying to unsee what she saw, and what happened to be her partner naked torso.
"Erm... No?" Aria shrugged, not even turning to her interlocutor. She just got up, and she was not happy about it whatsoever. If her partner couldn't stand her parading with almost flat chest, since when mother nature wanted to give her bust, Callaghan chose the sass... well. "I sleep like that on a daily basis and I don't think you're actually worth enough to change it. Neither is your mental state, to be honest."
"But, for Christ's sake!" Chyler didn't want to look at her, afraid she would see things she might actually like. One peek through her fingers and she was able to see Aria's back, quite bruised and marked with scars. Also, of course, tattoos. How else.
