[ Okay little miss perfect!! You're lucky your perfect bedside manner is perfect enough to keep any of this from being genuinely upsetting. (Aside from the obvious.) ]
[ Speaking of which, don't need to tell him twice. As soon as she turns her back again, he's losing the blanket and snatching up his discarded pants, fumbling them rightside out and pulling them on. Buckling his belt as surreptitiously as possible. ]
Okay, ready. [ To go, yes. For the results, not really. He leaves the blanket loosely folded over his chair and turns to follow. ] Lead on.
[ Look, it's in the wrong order, but he'll buy her dinner the next chance he's got, okay... ]
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[ Speaking of which, don't need to tell him twice. As soon as she turns her back again, he's losing the blanket and snatching up his discarded pants, fumbling them rightside out and pulling them on. Buckling his belt as surreptitiously as possible. ]
Okay, ready. [ To go, yes. For the results, not really. He leaves the blanket loosely folded over his chair and turns to follow. ] Lead on.
[ Look, it's in the wrong order, but he'll buy her dinner the next chance he's got, okay... ]