A flash of skin, and Iris' traitorous eyes drift towards it just as Wilhelm makes a comment that has the not-entirely-platonic thoughts in his mind skittering back into the corners from whence they came.
"I'm not—!" comes the half-indignant squawk, in the overly defensive way of an entirely guilty party. Fortunately, he realizes halfway through that Wilhelm was not, in fact, referring to himself (or rather, his freshly revealed upper body) when he speaks of "it," but rather of the magma pools itself which —
is great. Fine, even. Definitely something that Iris doesn't nearly have to be so defensive over, except a handful of seconds later he finds himself confronting a wholly new issue altogether: the sudden prospect of sharing a bath with Wilhelm. Which, again, what did he think happened in magma baths, anyway?
His hands inch towards the laces of his own tunic, and he is so much more aware now of the heat coming from within, rather than the pools around him. He hasn't exerted himself nearly as much as Wilhelm has, but he's accumulated enough sweat to make the material of his shirt cling to his shape anyway. His mind claws at the ground for something to talk about.
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"I'm not—!" comes the half-indignant squawk, in the overly defensive way of an entirely guilty party. Fortunately, he realizes halfway through that Wilhelm was not, in fact, referring to himself (or rather, his freshly revealed upper body) when he speaks of "it," but rather of the magma pools itself which —
is great. Fine, even. Definitely something that Iris doesn't nearly have to be so defensive over, except a handful of seconds later he finds himself confronting a wholly new issue altogether: the sudden prospect of sharing a bath with Wilhelm. Which, again, what did he think happened in magma baths, anyway?
His hands inch towards the laces of his own tunic, and he is so much more aware now of the heat coming from within, rather than the pools around him. He hasn't exerted himself nearly as much as Wilhelm has, but he's accumulated enough sweat to make the material of his shirt cling to his shape anyway. His mind claws at the ground for something to talk about.
"Did you do this last time you were here...?"