The towel smacked him in the face, slipped down his pompadour, and ended up in his hands when he tried to snag it before it fell to a soaking, unusable demise. He scowled bitterly at the person who threw it.
Ishimaru was completely overreacting about the boob-grabbing, but whatever. More importantly they needed to address their problem somehow. "Not sure what that's gonna do, but I guess it beats waiting around for an answer that might not come..."
Their bath was completely ruined and it felt terrible. So did the cool air breathing against his skin as he emerged from the steaming waters. Weird. This was too weird. He draped the towel around the body he couldn't quite accept as... really his anymore, finding to his dismay that the terry cloth was just barely able to cover everything he needed to hide. With an embarrassment that wasn't present before, he shyly kept shifting his eyes over to Ishimaru to see how he was doing (but with ulterior motives), ready to retract his eyes if he caught him looking for just a second too long. It was so damn hard not to feel the desire to peek because he had a woman's body over there and he felt so curious about it and this was the first time he'd ever been naked with a girl and...
it had to be like this. For fuck's sake, HE was a girl. No, no no no fuck that- he was a MAN. And Ishimaru was NOT supposed to be a girl. This was getting so confusing. He refused to believe for one second that this was permanent and clung to the hope that they'd revert back, just so he wouldn't slip into despair at being stripped of his highly touted manhood.
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his pompadour, and ended up in his hands when he tried to snag it before it fell to a soaking, unusable demise. He scowled bitterly at the person who threw it.Ishimaru was completely overreacting about the boob-grabbing, but whatever. More importantly they needed to address their problem somehow. "Not sure what that's gonna do, but I guess it beats waiting around for an answer that might not come..."
Their bath was completely ruined and it felt terrible. So did the cool air breathing against his skin as he emerged from the steaming waters. Weird. This was too weird. He draped the towel around the body he couldn't quite accept as... really his anymore, finding to his dismay that the terry cloth was just barely able to cover everything he needed to hide. With an embarrassment that wasn't present before, he shyly kept shifting his eyes over to Ishimaru to see how he was doing (but with ulterior motives), ready to retract his eyes if he caught him looking for just a second too long. It was so damn hard not to feel the desire to peek because he had a woman's body over there and he felt so curious about it and this was the first time he'd ever been naked with a girl and...
it had to be like this. For fuck's sake, HE was a girl. No, no no no fuck that- he was a MAN. And Ishimaru was NOT supposed to be a girl. This was getting so confusing. He refused to believe for one second that this was permanent and clung to the hope that they'd revert back, just so he wouldn't slip into despair at being stripped of his highly touted manhood.