[He tosses his legs over the side of the bed to ensure that he stands in one dramatic motion with both feet on the ground and his body rising, sping unfurling until his head shoots up high. It looked more dramatic in the TV show he was following.]
Let me... [He shuffles towards the drawers and pulls out two towels, one which he hands to Astarion.]
[He watches his theatrics with a fond little smirk, and takes the towel. He wipes himself off where the towel wouldn't cover before wrapping it about his waist. He doesn't mind people knowing they were going to the showers because they had sex, but they did not need to see the direct evidence of it.]
[Faux silk? Terrible. Taryon deserves better. He makes note of it.
He finds the robe and pulls it out, shrugging it on. It feels nice, at least. He chuckles at Taryon's excitement, and steps toward him to peck him on the cheek.]
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[He tosses his legs over the side of the bed to ensure that he stands in one dramatic motion with both feet on the ground and his body rising, sping unfurling until his head shoots up high. It looked more dramatic in the TV show he was following.]
Let me... [He shuffles towards the drawers and pulls out two towels, one which he hands to Astarion.]
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Ready, darling?
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All ready. [He steps behind Astarion and halts.] You don't mind people seeing...your back?
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[He hadn't thought about it. He didn't usually head to the showers without a shirt, after all.]
Maybe if you have a robe?
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[Of course he does. It's some sort of plastic blend, but he feels somewhat fancy.]
Heh. Ha, ha!
[He opens the door to his closet and leans against the wall.] We've already started sharing our clothes. Can you believe it?
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He finds the robe and pulls it out, shrugging it on. It feels nice, at least. He chuckles at Taryon's excitement, and steps toward him to peck him on the cheek.]
You're rather adorable, you know that, right?
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Heh...alright, let's get clean. Together.