Prompto stuffs his shirt into a ball, thinking little of it as he starts to unbuckle his belt — until Alisaie clears her throat, turning to face away from him, color rising in her ears.
...Ah. He's. Going to stop now, even as uncomfortable as his tight, wet pants are. And sure, maybe it's not the first time they've stripped down in front of each other, but things were...different then.
He isn't sure how, but it was different! ]
U-u-um, right. [ How the hell did this happen, how the hell has he gotten to the point where he doesn't think twice about taking his shirt off in front of this girl. He turns a rosy shade of pink, from his shoulders to his ears, before reaching down to pat Margaret's flank. ]
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Prompto stuffs his shirt into a ball, thinking little of it as he starts to unbuckle his belt — until Alisaie clears her throat, turning to face away from him, color rising in her ears.
...Ah. He's. Going to stop now, even as uncomfortable as his tight, wet pants are. And sure, maybe it's not the first time they've stripped down in front of each other, but things were...different then.
He isn't sure how, but it was different! ]
U-u-um, right. [ How the hell did this happen, how the hell has he gotten to the point where he doesn't think twice about taking his shirt off in front of this girl. He turns a rosy shade of pink, from his shoulders to his ears, before reaching down to pat Margaret's flank. ]
Th-that's right, girl! You can...keep going...
[ groans internally ]