[ kaz goes through a range of reactions as his fingers start to work at the clasps holding his armor together. from the deep-seeded instinct to run, to the desire and knowledge that he shouldn't be this terrified, and finally the understanding that he has made his decision. that no matter what happens, he is going to do this. that it is inej, of all people, and he shouldn't already be this on guard.
and truth be told, inej's presence during this internal war isn't really on his mind. he has no real issue in the same way she does with undressing - he's grown up in the common rooms of the slat for long enough that the eyes of others isn't one of the things that gets under his skin, but at the same time there is an unexpected relief when she does turn on her heel.
curious. kaz eyes her back for a moment, the hair still in a braid pulled over her shoulder. he wonders if this moment should feel weirder than it does, if there should still be tension in the places there are tension, if it were between anyone else. but half a moment after the thought crosses him, he turns his attention back to the armor, sliding it off his shoulders and tossing it on top of the desk, before he reaches over his shoulders to pull the tunic over his head. ]
I doubt you aggravated her any more than I have. [ said simply, but betraying a bit of the underlying tension he still feels. especially as his skin tightens around the wound, the healing still in process though he feels better. it's hardly a burden, at this point, but there is still healing to go. still pains that shoot through him, though it's nothing compared to his leg on most days.
he considers her again, then, still in his pants and boots, but undressed from the waist up save for the bandages. ]
You could always stay here, if you'd rather. [ he doesn't need a bed, and if this does work, he'll need one even less. and whether or not in those following moments the offer strikes him as odd, that he would make it, that he would give her the option, it is overshadowed by the reality of this moment and what he's. agreeing to do. ]
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and truth be told, inej's presence during this internal war isn't really on his mind. he has no real issue in the same way she does with undressing - he's grown up in the common rooms of the slat for long enough that the eyes of others isn't one of the things that gets under his skin, but at the same time there is an unexpected relief when she does turn on her heel.
curious. kaz eyes her back for a moment, the hair still in a braid pulled over her shoulder. he wonders if this moment should feel weirder than it does, if there should still be tension in the places there are tension, if it were between anyone else. but half a moment after the thought crosses him, he turns his attention back to the armor, sliding it off his shoulders and tossing it on top of the desk, before he reaches over his shoulders to pull the tunic over his head. ]
I doubt you aggravated her any more than I have. [ said simply, but betraying a bit of the underlying tension he still feels. especially as his skin tightens around the wound, the healing still in process though he feels better. it's hardly a burden, at this point, but there is still healing to go. still pains that shoot through him, though it's nothing compared to his leg on most days.
he considers her again, then, still in his pants and boots, but undressed from the waist up save for the bandages. ]
You could always stay here, if you'd rather. [ he doesn't need a bed, and if this does work, he'll need one even less. and whether or not in those following moments the offer strikes him as odd, that he would make it, that he would give her the option, it is overshadowed by the reality of this moment and what he's. agreeing to do. ]
Ready.