[ it's a sudden case of deja vu, for something that he thought he'd learned his lesson on, now avoiding his typical naps in the nude so that a knock at the door doesn't result in some young girl getting an eyeful of whatever he happens to be sporting down below from his fresh dozing.
but right now, his hands aren't at the door, simply caught in the towel now slowly sliding off from his head as he stares at marta's stunned gaze, still more confused than ever when she spins around and accuses him of bringing about this incident. ]
What the hell — I —
[ clutching tighter at the towel, he foregoes trying to dry himself off, simply bringing it around his waist and tying it at his hip to at least cover up the essentials of what's likely making her nervous all of a sudden, even if he really thinks he's not the one who should be apologetic and accommodating right now. ]
I never called you. I was in the shower. When the fuck would I've done that?
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but right now, his hands aren't at the door, simply caught in the towel now slowly sliding off from his head as he stares at marta's stunned gaze, still more confused than ever when she spins around and accuses him of bringing about this incident. ]
What the hell — I —
[ clutching tighter at the towel, he foregoes trying to dry himself off, simply bringing it around his waist and tying it at his hip to at least cover up the essentials of what's likely making her nervous all of a sudden, even if he really thinks he's not the one who should be apologetic and accommodating right now. ]
I never called you. I was in the shower. When the fuck would I've done that?