Somehow, it's worse with the towel around his waist. She takes a few steps back, still fairly sopping from the water balloon.
Without preamble, she turns on her heel, stips off the black shirt she was wearing, and squeezes it out over the sink before shaking it out and throwing it over the towel rack to dry.
"So. Yeah. Birthday present. I got you one. You want it?"
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Date: 2004-12-22 10:27 pm (UTC)Somehow, it's worse with the towel around his waist. She takes a few steps back, still fairly sopping from the water balloon.
Without preamble, she turns on her heel, stips off the black shirt she was wearing, and squeezes it out over the sink before shaking it out and throwing it over the towel rack to dry.
"So. Yeah. Birthday present. I got you one. You want it?"