[Izunia will be horrified to discover that the boots come off and the fool doesn't have socks on at all. At least they were laced tight enough that his feet aren't really wet. His pants, however, are completely saturated. So he laughs at the piling and shakes his head to send socks and slippers tumbling back into Izunia's lap. Just long enough to sit up and unfasten the brace on his knee, hissing as the compression and restraint releases.
From there he pushes to his feet for a moment and Izunia would be forgiven for thinking Nyx was going to just strip down right there. The button of his pants goes first, then the towel is carefully tied around his waist so he can unzip and shuck his soaked pants into the armiger to deal with later.]
Sore as hell, yeah. [Sighed as he flops back down on the couch in his damp tee and towel alone. The position and size of the towel showing off the one bit of ink Izunia hasn't seen, crawling up the outside of his left thigh.]
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From there he pushes to his feet for a moment and Izunia would be forgiven for thinking Nyx was going to just strip down right there. The button of his pants goes first, then the towel is carefully tied around his waist so he can unzip and shuck his soaked pants into the armiger to deal with later.]
Sore as hell, yeah. [Sighed as he flops back down on the couch in his damp tee and towel alone. The position and size of the towel showing off the one bit of ink Izunia hasn't seen, crawling up the outside of his left thigh.]