[ He's content to take their time; he strokes her hair as she curves over him. Her lips leave behind a warm tingle. Not until she gets up does he do the same—throwing on the trousers discarded on the ground. He has, however, got the white linen shirt she gifted him some time ago. As close to a summer outfit as he'll ever get.
Though most of it will come off as soon as they near the water.
He watches her slip into her swimwear, then reaches for his boots.
Oh. Hm. ] All right.
[ He finishes tugging on his boots before settling at the edge of the bed. Other than with rope, braiding is beyond him. He hasn't a clue how to do shit with his hair except tie it back. Any time it's in more than a loose ponytail, someone else has done it for him. ]
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Though most of it will come off as soon as they near the water.
He watches her slip into her swimwear, then reaches for his boots.
Oh. Hm. ] All right.
[ He finishes tugging on his boots before settling at the edge of the bed. Other than with rope, braiding is beyond him. He hasn't a clue how to do shit with his hair except tie it back. Any time it's in more than a loose ponytail, someone else has done it for him. ]