[Blissfully unaware, Idia slides on Seras' boxers. Has she... worn these before? Are these someone else's entirely? He isn't sure which one would be less weird, but he it feels a bit like drinking from the same cup as someone else. What's an indirect kiss for underwear?
Quick as he can, he eases them up onto his hips before reaching to grab those gray sweats. Holding them up to his body, it's clear that they'll be too short. But they're the closest he's gonna get. He slides them on with a grimace, as the ends of them end about mid-calf. God he looks like such a tool... Closing his eyes, Idia inhales deeply. It's as good as it's going to get and there's no real alternative. Except... well, maybe he could camp out in the corner of Seras' room, waiting out an Heaven Am*zon order. It'd teach her how to use the internet more so it kills two birds one stone? No... that'd be terrible. He'd hate to sleep on the floor and, although he's already shared a bed with her, he wasn't even aware of that. Really, he can't believe that happened. What was that weird dream he had anyway of...
Idia flushes. Oh my god that wasn't a dream those were her-- He claps a hand over his face, stifling a groan. Does she remember? Should he apologize?? God, he wishes he could just sink into the ground.
But... well, isn't it close enough to just leave? Make a tactical retreat? Idia stands there a couple more seconds, willing his face to stop being on fire.
Very casually, he steps around the corner in... whatever this is. It doesn't dawn on him that Seras hasn't seen him at his full height. He makes a gesture at himself, like, "this is it".]
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Quick as he can, he eases them up onto his hips before reaching to grab those gray sweats. Holding them up to his body, it's clear that they'll be too short. But they're the closest he's gonna get. He slides them on with a grimace, as the ends of them end about mid-calf. God he looks like such a tool... Closing his eyes, Idia inhales deeply. It's as good as it's going to get and there's no real alternative. Except... well, maybe he could camp out in the corner of Seras' room, waiting out an Heaven Am*zon order. It'd teach her how to use the internet more so it kills two birds one stone? No... that'd be terrible. He'd hate to sleep on the floor and, although he's already shared a bed with her, he wasn't even aware of that. Really, he can't believe that happened. What was that weird dream he had anyway of...
Idia flushes. Oh my god that wasn't a dream those were her-- He claps a hand over his face, stifling a groan. Does she remember? Should he apologize?? God, he wishes he could just sink into the ground.
But... well, isn't it close enough to just leave? Make a tactical retreat? Idia stands there a couple more seconds, willing his face to stop being on fire.
Very casually, he steps around the corner in... whatever this is. It doesn't dawn on him that Seras hasn't seen him at his full height. He makes a gesture at himself, like, "this is it".]
Well... it could be worse.
[Oh yes it could.]