"Oh! That's very sweet of you," Koumyou accepts the cord, beaming. "It should only take me a few minutes to get ready to go get ice cream with you."
Because that's still the plan, right? Right. Ice cream is important, especially after spilling so many complicated and heavy feelings all over the place.
Koumyou wanders over toward the laundry bins, accordingly. He's still not the least shy about changing around someone else, thanks to his own background with shared baths. So, his swim trunks go into the laundry along with his discarded towel, the priest slipping back into his train-issued blue boxers.
A flash of light from his arms band vanishes his soggy sleeping robe from his hand, and produces his uniform, all wrapped up in a tight bundle.
The jeans go on relatively easily, at least. Koumyou pockets the cord Devero gave him and has to set his cigarette down somewhere to fight the form-fitting black top, and manages to get slightly stuck with it half on. All that damp hair--!
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Because that's still the plan, right? Right. Ice cream is important, especially after spilling so many complicated and heavy feelings all over the place.
Koumyou wanders over toward the laundry bins, accordingly. He's still not the least shy about changing around someone else, thanks to his own background with shared baths. So, his swim trunks go into the laundry along with his discarded towel, the priest slipping back into his train-issued blue boxers.
A flash of light from his arms band vanishes his soggy sleeping robe from his hand, and produces his uniform, all wrapped up in a tight bundle.
The jeans go on relatively easily, at least. Koumyou pockets the cord Devero gave him and has to set his cigarette down somewhere to fight the form-fitting black top, and manages to get slightly stuck with it half on. All that damp hair--!
"--Ah."
Help.