I mean-- most people don't bathe together unless they're... [ another sigh pushes past his teeth. this one weighs heavy with exhaustion. ] I'll put it simply: most people don't see each other naked outside of sex.
[ and now he's shielding his face with his palm, shrinking into the corner with some maidenly bashfulness. christ. ] Eh? I'm barely taking up any space here. Not my fault you're a sprawler.
[ he does not watch, mind you -- he is a gentleman through and through. in the darkness, his mind makes out the shape of her silhouette of its own accord; instinctively, he sinks deeper into the water. the smooth incline of her back brushes up against his. even in the water, her skin runs warm. it is impossibly soft -- a world apart from the coarseness of his own. ]
Alright, alright, I get it. I was being immature. I just haven't revealed myself like this to someone in...a long time, so... [ his shoulders lower with a breath. ] Bear with me, okay?
[ his body moves as if time itself has slowed. it is a grueling 5 seconds, the ones where his torso turns and his head follows thereafter, meeting her face at long last. roland's hair has lost all shape, his fringe wet against his forehead, bangs framed around his face. it makes him look as young as he's acting. he would be lying if he said he had not caught a glance at the swell of her breasts, barely rising above the bath. ]
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[ and now he's shielding his face with his palm, shrinking into the corner with some maidenly bashfulness. christ. ] Eh? I'm barely taking up any space here. Not my fault you're a sprawler.
[ he does not watch, mind you -- he is a gentleman through and through. in the darkness, his mind makes out the shape of her silhouette of its own accord; instinctively, he sinks deeper into the water. the smooth incline of her back brushes up against his. even in the water, her skin runs warm. it is impossibly soft -- a world apart from the coarseness of his own. ]
Alright, alright, I get it. I was being immature. I just haven't revealed myself like this to someone in...a long time, so... [ his shoulders lower with a breath. ] Bear with me, okay?
[ his body moves as if time itself has slowed. it is a grueling 5 seconds, the ones where his torso turns and his head follows thereafter, meeting her face at long last. roland's hair has lost all shape, his fringe wet against his forehead, bangs framed around his face. it makes him look as young as he's acting. he would be lying if he said he had not caught a glance at the swell of her breasts, barely rising above the bath. ]
Taa-da.