[ Her brow twists and she shakes her head, smiling as she lifts her wrists. ]
You've got that and I've got these. We'll be fine.
[ She thinks maybe she's mortified him past recovery when he excuses himself, pink-faced, and brushes past her. She also thinks maybe he's going to march right out in the hall like that and nearly stops him, but he veers to a basket. And...with his face away from her, it's hard not to stare at his bare body. She hasn't seen a lot of people naked, and certainly not a lot of men her age. He's very pretty.
Not...particularly careful though. She winces as the candle hits the floor, but nothing breaks. His question pulls her attention up and it's her turn to turn pink. What kind of sick joke? ]
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You've got that and I've got these. We'll be fine.
[ She thinks maybe she's mortified him past recovery when he excuses himself, pink-faced, and brushes past her. She also thinks maybe he's going to march right out in the hall like that and nearly stops him, but he veers to a basket. And...with his face away from her, it's hard not to stare at his bare body. She hasn't seen a lot of people naked, and certainly not a lot of men her age. He's very pretty.
Not...particularly careful though. She winces as the candle hits the floor, but nothing breaks. His question pulls her attention up and it's her turn to turn pink. What kind of sick joke? ]
Those cannot be the only shirts in there.