"I still do not understand why you wear this thing," she said, the measuring tape pinching between her fingers. She leaned in closer, not wanting to get the number wrong by even a millimeter, hearing Rose's response above her head while she knelt at her back.
"Are you really still going on about that?" she asked, and the tape slipped from around her as Kanaya sat back, a huff in her breath.
"Yes I am still going on about that," she said. Rose Lalonde was the only living creature capable of making rolling their eyes audible and nothing would convince her otherwise. "And I will continue to question it until you give me a sensible reason for needlessly binding your chest."
"I've told you already." Rose turned to face her, and if Kanaya stared at all at least she had the excuse of giving a glare to the article of clothing Rose insisted upon using to cover her beneath what was already a perfectly opaque shirt. Senseless piece of cloth.
Not that Rose Lalonde shirtless was anything she would object to looking at by itself.
"It is not binding," she was saying. An eyebrow was raised. "Why do you hold such a grudge against my bra? It does nothing to throw off your measurements."
"Regardless," Kanaya said, standing. She crossed her arms across her own chest, tape tucked into her fist. "The point remains that it is unnecessary. If anything I would see it as some sort of health hazard."
Rose deadpanned, "A health hazard."
"Yes." Kanaya scoffed. "It is unneeded tightness over the general area of your most vital organs. You could be slowly crushing your heart from the outside in all for the sake of your ridiculous human belief that your breasts require a double layer of fabric."
For a few seconds Rose only stared at her, but before she could find another argument the girl had turned away, laughing. Kanaya scowled, a tinge of embarrassment stinging her but quickly being pushed aside. She knew she was right.
Humans had such stupid ideas.
The laughter quickly dimmed to a few light giggles, and with her back still to her, Kanaya watched as one of Rose's hands strayed behind her, feeling for the clasp of her bra.
"If it really infuriates you that much," she said, and with a small click the bra came unhooked. "I'll just have to remove it before you are forced to auspisticize between it and my skin."
Whatever rebuttal Kanaya had died in her throat as she watched the fabric be pulled from Rose's shoulders and let fall to the floor with a quiet thud. The embarrassment returned, illogically, and without a word Kanaya stepped forward to continue her work.
And if her cheeks felt hot, it was because she had decided to wear long sleeves.
"Humans with your strange attire..." she muttered, bringing the tape around Rose once more (and damn it if her hands felt a tad more shaky it must have been that she needed to eat soon). "I will never understand you." Her fingers brushed against now bare skin, and for a moment it was rather difficult to focus at all on the numbers she was supposed to be taking. "Perhaps I should tie up my chest as well and become more multicultural."
"Mm." Rose turned her head to look at her with her thoughtful hum, and Kanaya raised her eyes to meet hers. But Rose's gaze was lower, but before Kanaya could voice her confusion, Rose smiled strangely and turned back around.
"No, I think you're quite fine without it."
It took nearly a minute for Kanaya to catch on, and by then she was grateful Rose was looking ahead so she could not see the color she turned.