πΊ: Languishing in this heat, his Northern upbringing making him ill-equipped for the weather.
Hell, you can practically see /through/ his shirt with all the sweat.
@AfterDarkVerse "Y'know, I kinda get that. I feel like I get too intense at 'em.
People watchin', as it turns out, ain't too respected a hobby when ev'rybody's in the buff."
@AfterDarkVerse "I don't do subtle, 's all."
Folding his arms over his redoubtable chest, chuckling.
"'Sides, 's just a shirt. Back home, I'd've been strippin' bare, nary a blink given."
@AfterDarkVerse "Same here!!"
Offering her a sunny smile, before pulling out a business card to hand over.
"If ya ever need anythin' yerself, there's where ta call me!!"
@AfterDarkVerse He blinked those peculiarly mismatched eyes of his at the sudden relief, looking around at his new duds curiously.
"Huh, first coat I've worn in a decade an' a half... Not bad!!"
He grinned, fangs glinting.
"Thanks, Em'!!"
@AfterDarkVerse "Eh, so 'n so."
He seesawed his hand, before shrugging to finish off.
"More bearable now, ta say the least. A dip would be ideal, if not fer the sun makin' my usual waterin' holes too warm fer comfort."
@AfterDarkVerse "A whole closet full, yeah. Ya gotta, when ya train how I do."
He flexed his arm a bit, the bandages wrapping his forearm creaking dangerously from the pressure.
"Gauze, too. I think I got a pallet o' the stuff sittin' in my garage right now..."
@OfHisDivinum Flipping over partway through for even coverage, she hummed.
She loosed a low, relaxed breath at the sensation, his hands smoothly gliding over her svelte frame eking out the last bit of daily tension she'd been holding back.
"Much obliged, Brolli."
Settling in her seat, the β
@AfterDarkVerse "Eh, not really. Just didn't feel like luggin' it 'round, after rippin' it off."
Hiking a thumb toward himself, grinning.
"'Sides, I'm used ta burnin' through shirts, with my particular trade o' choice."
@AfterDarkVerse Balling up the ruined cloth, he opted for tossing it in the nearest bin, rolling his shoulders in easy circles.
"Got fed up with the feelin', y'know? Nothin' worse than soggy clothin'... 'less it's soggy bread. Eugh."
@AfterDarkVerse "Pleasure's all mine, Em'. 'Scuse me fer a secβ"
Freeing himself from his soggy shackles with a swift yank of the translucent fabric, the now shirtless Wolf sighed happily.
"Much better."
@AfterDarkVerse "Melt's the right word, yeah. Felt like I was startin' ta /run/, y'know?"
Rolling his shoulders, before giving the slightly taller woman a beaming, fanged grin, before offering a calloused hand.
"Seems I forgot my manners at home; name's Byrok."
@OfHisDivinum Hardly batting an eye at his hand vanishing into a pocket dimension, she shrugged.
"Body oil should work, then. Last thing I need is to go home looking like a boiled lobster."
While he searched, she reclined her chair's back further, now an even 180Β° angle in position.
@AfterDarkVerse The wildman loosed a sigh of relief at the drop in temperature, soaked shirt aiding in the cooling process by wicking even more heat away.
"Oogh.... Yer a lifesaver, lady..."