[What a cute shirt! When he returns, her eyes widen in relief, and she sees how he's going to help her in it instead of having her wear it herself. She lifts her arms when required, slipping them through the sleeves until he pulls it down, and she flips her hair out from the opening so that it hangs loosely behind her. The shirt itself is truly long enough to cover enough, even if it's so big that parts of it threaten to slide off her shoulder.
It's definitely as comfortable as it looks, and she smooths it down neatly.]
Do you think so? [She twirls a little on the spot, even if the back of it is beginning to stick because of her still-damp hair. So it must be because of a girl in your own shirt, huh, Samatoki.] Thank you, truly.
And yes! [She comes up to him, still elegantly poised despite the fact that she's wearing nothing but his shirt, and links his arm with hers. It's part in jest, considering what they just did, and also that she's still hot for him because of it. But she's not so uncouth, please.] Please, lead the way.
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It's definitely as comfortable as it looks, and she smooths it down neatly.]
Do you think so? [She twirls a little on the spot, even if the back of it is beginning to stick because of her still-damp hair. So it must be because of a girl in your own shirt, huh, Samatoki.] Thank you, truly.
And yes! [She comes up to him, still elegantly poised despite the fact that she's wearing nothing but his shirt, and links his arm with hers. It's part in jest, considering what they just did, and also that she's still hot for him because of it. But she's not so uncouth, please.] Please, lead the way.