Thanks. [ Dick takes the sweats offered to him with a smile, brushing off the apology, though his eyes do linger for a second long when Sizhui gives Jason a kiss. Thereās something about seeing Jason in such a role, with someone so soft and affectionate, that casts a different light onto Jason. Thereās no better way to describe what he knows of Sizhui than cute, and seeing the two of them together calls back the vivid imagery Sizhui had described to him. A first time.
Dick looks away from the sweet display, turning on his heels to step back into the bathroom. He hears something about making him a drink, but he brought drinks, hadnāt he? Beer. Despite Jasonās suggestion, heās got enough decency not to change in front of the two of them. Obviously. Itās not that heās at all shy, but more that he doesnāt want to fuel whateverās going on, not only on Sizhui and Jasonās side, but on his own side as well. The thoughts that are starting to surface arenāt appropriate.
Heās here for drinks, and only drinks. He drapes his wet clothing on a towel rack in the bathroom as he strips it all off. A spot on his ribs is still very sore, and he winces a bit as he tugs Jasonās sweats on. Theyāre so soft, and he spends a half minute staring at himself in the mirror. The sweats fit nicely, and heās not going to share the fact that itās not all that strange for him to be wearing sweats without underwear. Replacing the damp towel with a dry one around his neck, heās comfortable enough to step out after a shallow sigh. ]
It wasnāt supposed to rain tonight. [ Did he check? No. ] Sizhui, thanks, Iām good with beer. [ Despite how hard it is to say no. ]
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Dick looks away from the sweet display, turning on his heels to step back into the bathroom. He hears something about making him a drink, but he brought drinks, hadnāt he? Beer. Despite Jasonās suggestion, heās got enough decency not to change in front of the two of them. Obviously. Itās not that heās at all shy, but more that he doesnāt want to fuel whateverās going on, not only on Sizhui and Jasonās side, but on his own side as well. The thoughts that are starting to surface arenāt appropriate.
Heās here for drinks, and only drinks. He drapes his wet clothing on a towel rack in the bathroom as he strips it all off. A spot on his ribs is still very sore, and he winces a bit as he tugs Jasonās sweats on. Theyāre so soft, and he spends a half minute staring at himself in the mirror. The sweats fit nicely, and heās not going to share the fact that itās not all that strange for him to be wearing sweats without underwear. Replacing the damp towel with a dry one around his neck, heās comfortable enough to step out after a shallow sigh. ]
It wasnāt supposed to rain tonight. [ Did he check? No. ] Sizhui, thanks, Iām good with beer. [ Despite how hard it is to say no. ]