[ He shrugs at the accusation, unable to deny it. Fingers weaving through hers, he follows her along towards the closet, brow arching and lips curling into a smile when she picks out the only old Academy shirt he's kept over the years. ]
Yeah. That one. I think it's perfect.
[ Well, any shirt would look perfect on her, just a little oversized and with her legs uncovered, but he doesn't need to be that crass, does he. ]
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Yeah. That one. I think it's perfect.
[ Well, any shirt would look perfect on her, just a little oversized and with her legs uncovered, but he doesn't need to be that crass, does he. ]