[ it's in that passing instance that he's glancing down at his belt before he draws up his eyes that he notices the sudden shift of hers, worry twisting in his insides that he's somehow made things worse by actually making the move to do precisely what they assumed he should.
but — yeah, she says. so it's fine. it's fine. ]
No lady. Just Wanda. [ he does managed to loosen up a bit then with a crack of his smile. even if his use of lady spans those of any age at all, he's taking notes on all the things that bother her, putting every detail he learns about her to memory.
as she turns away, it seems as much of a cue to finish his own undressing, because somehow the very process of doing so seems a lot more intimate than the actual aftermath of being undressed itself. belt unbuckled, he unzips his pants next, trying to quietly shuffle them off his hips, as he's left standing there in a pair of blue boxers with scattered pink heart patterns, suddenly wishing he'd worn something more like a generic black today. ]
Oh, you have a brother? [ as he drags his pants down to his ankles, he has to tug his shoes off as the fabric gets caught in it, carefully aligning them neatly beside the chair before finally pulling the pants off properly. ] Sounds like you were the behaved type then, that right?
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but — yeah, she says. so it's fine. it's fine. ]
No lady. Just Wanda. [ he does managed to loosen up a bit then with a crack of his smile. even if his use of lady spans those of any age at all, he's taking notes on all the things that bother her, putting every detail he learns about her to memory.
as she turns away, it seems as much of a cue to finish his own undressing, because somehow the very process of doing so seems a lot more intimate than the actual aftermath of being undressed itself. belt unbuckled, he unzips his pants next, trying to quietly shuffle them off his hips, as he's left standing there in a pair of blue boxers with scattered pink heart patterns, suddenly wishing he'd worn something more like a generic black today. ]
Oh, you have a brother? [ as he drags his pants down to his ankles, he has to tug his shoes off as the fabric gets caught in it, carefully aligning them neatly beside the chair before finally pulling the pants off properly. ] Sounds like you were the behaved type then, that right?