“The kitchen is in the other direction, kora!!” How could she possibly mess that up? Did she not hear the sound of shower? (Though it could be easily mistaken as water running from a tap, but still.)
His own face is red as a ripe tomato as he wraps the towel around his waist, going to turn off the tap as well. Curses are flying over his head like jets, unsure of how much she has already seen — which is not fair, he did not even get to see much of her to begin with —
“Are you getting out or not?!” He could not dry himself unless she leaves, of course.
Send me an “Excuse Me” and I’ll tell you my muse’s reaction to being Interrupted while… 1. In the Shower
“Shit — Bitch, what are you doing in my bathroom?!“ And Colonello’s hand is flying to his private part to hide it, another trying to reach for the towel while his knees are knocking into each other. He wouldn’t care if it were anyone else, but Lal —
⊰ ————— { ♚ } —— ;; The kitchen was in the opposite direction? Oh. OH.
“ Well sorry for not knowing your place enough ! ”.
Was Lal’s reply back as she watched him swiftly grab a towel and cover himself completely. Part of her was still surprised that she had seen his … thing. The other part of her was wishing she didn’t. So honestly in her head the poor girl was confused. Yet, her gaze seemed to fall on everything that wasn’t his face. The muscles on his chest, going downwards towards where the towel was draped around — something she felt didn’t need to be there since she already seen it – oh no she was not going down that train of thought.
However upon hearing his question she snapped out of her thoughts to look at him – still wet from the shower – and blinked. Oh right, getting out of the bathroom. Though part of her didn’t quite want to leave – for a reason unknown to her. And well her mouth spoke before her mind could honestly stop it.