[ Rinne jolts up when he hears Ai. He was spacing out just now; if he actively thinks about anything that could happen, he's not sure what might happen. But now Ai's here. There's no time to dwell on (or avoid!) hypotheticals.
He was done a while ago anyway, so he quickly shuts the shower off and dries himself off. The loud whirring of the hair dryer here distracts him from whatever sounds he might hear there. With the way he is now, even the slightest rustle of fabric might shake him up — if he can manage to hear it over the heartbeat in his ears. Fuck, where are his clothes? He probably forgot them in the bedroom. Oh well, he'll just grab a towel on his way out and wear some pants when he gets there—
Oh.
Rinne had gotten so used to living with other guys that he'd almost forgotten the most rudimentary of manners.
Knocking, for example.
Being decent in the presence of strangers, for example. ]
Um...
[ Maybe if he switches gears fast enough, he can at least pretend he's sleazy enough to not be awkward about it... ]
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He was done a while ago anyway, so he quickly shuts the shower off and dries himself off. The loud whirring of the hair dryer here distracts him from whatever sounds he might hear there. With the way he is now, even the slightest rustle of fabric might shake him up — if he can manage to hear it over the heartbeat in his ears. Fuck, where are his clothes? He probably forgot them in the bedroom. Oh well, he'll just grab a towel on his way out and wear some pants when he gets there—
Oh.
Rinne had gotten so used to living with other guys that he'd almost forgotten the most rudimentary of manners.
Knocking, for example.
Being decent in the presence of strangers, for example. ]
Um...
[ Maybe if he switches gears fast enough, he can at least pretend he's sleazy enough to not be awkward about it... ]